I know who can help us. The greatest hero of all time... Luke Skywalker.

Historically, there have been very few Mandalorians who ever became a Jedi.

It’s times like these, time and time again

Children of Star Wars

“You’re gonna take the love of my life away?”

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Dank Farrik Drabble #41

Have some levity on this strange night with Pan/Puzzled! With some characters I usually don’t write about much. I might just be able to catch up with all the prompts I missed...

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“I’m still not talking to you.”

If the astromech could shrug, it would, thought Luke. He sighed and focused again on the pasta he was attempting to cook. He’d never really had to deal with preparing food before, as he’d been happy with his aunt’s cooking most of his life, then dependent on rations or instant meals provided by the Rebellion.

But there was a first for everything, and he had time on his hands. More time than he’d expected actually, since his first (and only) student had just deserted him, whisked away in the night by his droid. A droid he’d thought trustworthy until now, if a bit unhinged at times.

“Anything could have happened to you two out there, why didn’t you wake me?” he grumbled.

R2-D2 emitted a series of beeps he interpreted as a long suffering sigh.

“Ahsoka Tano says his father is a powerful warrior. I wouldn’t want a Mandalorian on my back, had anything befallen his son.”

The white and blue droid chirped, stifling an electronic laugh.

“Yes, I know, I said it…” Luke mumbled. “You were right about that, at least. They do share a very close bond. I just hadn’t realized how close, or how much it hurt them both to be separated.”

He’d been too happy about finally being able to share his knowledge. This school was everything to him and he’d despaired not being able to find students.

“Maybe I was a little too eager,” he admitted. “But I know I was able to help him – he needed to remember and use the knowledge he’d already acquired on Coruscant.”

The astromech shared some more of his own knowledge – which was very vast apparently, and Luke turned his back on him to roll his eyes discreetly and hide a smile. Dammit, the water was boiling already.

“Yes, you told me that already, he was so anxious to leave this place he punched the hyperdrive himself, no need to rub it in.”

More beeps and Luke frowned. Surely he wasn’t understanding this right.

“You’re making this up. The Mandalorian wasn’t ‘so distraught’ from missing his son when he came here that he didn’t realize you were building a bench.”

What a Jedi and the Force is all about.

To be with your father figure.

Dank Farrik Drabble #31

Took a small break, but I’m back with a new drabble! Revisiting a scene from The Book of Boba Fett with some Grogu introspection. Please enjoy Dome/Approval, and see you soon with the next one!

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The domed room made of stone made Grogu a little uneasy. He wondered why Master Luke had taken him there to meditate instead of staying outside. He liked outside. Earlier, he’d even thought he’d felt his dad out there. But surely not. And that ship he saw in the sky hadn’t been his. If he’d been there he would have said hello. Right? Ahsoka had, after all. He wouldn’t have just –

“The Mandalorian wanted you to have this,” said Luke, unwrapping a mystery parcel.

Grogu couldn’t focus. His dad had really been there! And he’d brought him a gift! A shiny shirt like his! But why hadn’t he shown himself? Why hadn’t he given him a hug? Just one! Was he mad at him? He’d done what he wanted, he’d gone with Luke and R2. Why wasn’t that enough? Would he come back with more gifts? Would he have an armor like him one day? That was all he wanted, to be like his dad, and he was just about to grab the chainmail when Luke spoke again.

“But before you take it, I will give you a choice.”

And this time Grogu listened closely. That lightsaber was tempting too, yes. And yet in his memories, the one he’d tried to bury deep but that Master Luke had made resurface earlier, they hadn’t worked. The other Jedi and Padawans had still died. And they had been much bigger than him. Maybe if Master Luke continued to train him one day he might be just as good, but would it be enough? What if it took too much time? What if he ended up all alone again?

“A short time for you is a lifetime for someone else.”

Grogu didn’t want to be alone. Not ever again. And even if R2 still played with him and a few people visited…Luke wasn’t like his dad. And he missed looking at the stars outside. And the planets they visited. And the Crest. And his ball.

And what if something bad happened to his dad? He could help, now. He didn’t have a shiny sword, but Luke had made him remember a few tricks. And oh, he really really wanted one of his hugs. And his nighttime stories. And to hear him say his name. It sounded different than when anyone else said it – it made Grogu feel special every time he pronounced the word. Like he was the only thing that mattered in the whole galaxy.

“Which do you choose?”

Grogu looked up at Luke – surely he knew already what he would choose. Surely he knew that this wasn’t really a choice. A choice? All this time he’d actually been allowed to choose? The look of calm acceptance on the Jedi’s face made him feel better. And yet just as he was about to touch the chainmail shirt, he was assailed by a terrifying thought – what if his dad didn’t want him back? But Grogu had to be brave. Mandalorians were brave. With a deep breath, he reached for his father’s gift.

All of his doubts immediately melted away.

Love, there was so much love! And hope and sadness and longing and joy and grief and heartache and comfort and pride and pining and affection and kindness and despair and strength and valor and courage – that was his dad. He could feel him through every tiny interlinked Beskar rings. And he’d get to be with him again. Soon. For good.

Grogu hugged the tiny armor to his chest and closed his eyes.

Some Kind of Peace (1/1)

What takes place between Grogu falling asleep next to the rancor and Din and him flying off in the N-1 Starfighter? Well, it turns out that is has something to do with Peli, and a message R2 left behind that she forgot to mention.

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There was a message waiting for him at Peli’s hangar. One the astromech who had flown Grogu to Tatooine had left. The mechanic’s casual announcement had taken a while to reach Din’s consciousness, as he’d been struggling to put one foot in front of the other at the time, his arms cramping something fierce but refusing to let go of the small bundle currently fast asleep against his shoulder.

Grogu had arrived alone? That blue droid had brought him? Why hadn’t Skywalker come? Wasn’t it dangerous? Why hadn’t he reached out to him instead? And was he supposed to bring the kid back to him? When?

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Read the rest on ao3!

Dank Farrik Drabble #27

A second @dankfarrikdrabbles! Already? Why yes, this is the way I chose to cope until that final episode. It’s helping? Kinda?

The prompt is Gift/Resolute and it was partly inspired by this art by the lovely @fanfoolishness. Enjoy!

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Dust was finally settling on Tatooine following the battle, and Din was contemplating asking Fennec if there was somewhere he could lie down in the palace to get some rest – funny how you got used to luxuries such as sleeping horizontally – when a small ship cleared the atmosphere above him. Someone joining the fight late he wondered?

He made out the X-Wing shape easily, and tried not to let his excitement overwhelm him. Could it be Skywalker? And Grogu? Surely if it was the New Republic there would be at least two of them, as they never travelled alone.

Din recognized the blue astromech first, telling him his first assumption had been correct. He told the others he’d take care of it, already anticipating that the Jedi might not be there with good news. Would he tell him off for visiting Grogu? But it didn’t make sense for him to come all this way and leave his new school just for that.

The ship landed, the transparisteel canopy lifted, Din held his breath…

Nothing.

Then the droid rose up from his port and landed next to the starfighter, emitting a series of beeps Din was too stunned to interpret just yet.

And then a familiar coo.

Din stood very still, his heart pounding, as green ears peeked out of the cockpit. Then a tiny green shape appeared. Din covered the distance separating him from the ship on leaden legs, not believing his eyes, and the child jumped into his arms with a delighted squeal once he was close enough. This was the highest jump he’d ever seen him do, but he didn’t question it as the boy reached for his neck with his little claws to give him the fiercest hug he could manage.

“Grogu!” he exclaimed, unable to form any other words as he hugged the child back just as tight. The small shape was vibrating with excitement and babbling incoherently. It was the best sound in the whole world.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Skywalker?” Din finally managed to say after a while, refusing to put the boy down. He was expecting the Jedi to exit the X-Wing and wondered why he hadn’t shown himself yet, but it was the astromech who finally came clean.

“You did what?” he uttered, astonished, looking straight into the eyes of his foundling. His huge ears lowered dramatically, and he started babbling at rapid speed again. Thankfully, Din understood Binary a little better.

“You stole his ship while he was sleeping? You came all the way here without telling him?”

The droid was beeping merrily, clearly proud of himself for that trick, and Din wondered who had goaded who there.

“That was very careless, Grogu! Anything could have happened!” he admonished, and the little boy frowned in annoyance, one claw reaching inside his clothes to show him what he was wearing underneath. Most of Din’s irritation evaporated when he realized the beskar chainmail was now protecting him. He was bursting with pride and tried to find the words to tell the child that yes, he was glad to see him and that he had gotten his gift, but surely he shouldn’t have resorted to such tactics to let him know. Before he could do that though, Grogu held out a hand towards the cockpit, and out came a cylindrical object he caught easily.

“A lightsaber too! Good thing it’s your size!” he marveled, trying not to show the kid how worried that discovery was actually making him – he was much too small to be allowed to use such a damaging and unforgiving weapon.

Din sighed as energy finally seemed to drain from the boy and he laid his head against his shoulder with a contented, tired coo.

“Anything else you stole before coming here?” he wondered with a slight chuckle.

The droid quickly corrected him that they hadn’t stolen anything – they’d merrily borrowed the ship and he, R2-D2, smartest astromech in the galaxy, was capable of flying it on his own, thank you very much – but there were mentions of frogs that told Din he’d better feed the little one soon.

“Well, let’s see what the palace has to offer, then we’ll figure out how to reach out to Skywalker,” Din concluded, walking towards the building, Grogu burrowing against him.

The Jedi could wait for a bit.