Resigned to Fate - Chapter Six

Warnings: violence, cussing, mentions of sex

Word count: 4.8k

Author’s note: never written for Star Wars before but with The Mandalorian figured why not; ad - daughter & Mand’alor - sole ruler in Mando’a; part of this chapter was written before the season finale of The Mandalorian so I tweaked it some in regards to the Battle of Sundari and the darksaber (because I had included the darksaber before the season finale) so I did my best trying to establish a good timeline (sorry not sorry)

You’re sedated enough from the sex with Mando, your mind remanences. Light humming greets your ears and the smell of fresh bread tickles your nose. You walk into your childhood home and see your mother. She has her helmet off at this moment. Her long locks of midnight black hair flow down her back.

“Mother?” Your voice cracks.

She turns and smiles widely. “Y/N.”

“You’re without your helmet.” You look up at her. You feel as though you’re a child again.

She crouches down to your eye level. “It’s okay child. Our secret.”

You hadn’t seen her this happy in ages. You smile back. “Our secret.”

“Good.” She stands back up and walks over to the oven. 

Noise erupts from outside of the house. You watch as your mother scrambles to place her helmet on then grab her weapons. “Stay here ad.”

You watch her with wide eyes. You nod as you back into a corner and hunker down.

The door to the house flies off the hinges as an explosion rocks your ears and body. You cower lower in the corner and watch as a squad of Stormtroopers enter the house. Several beats later a tall man walks in wearing an Imperial uniform. He towers over your mother. “Where’s the girl?”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Her voice calm.

The man reaches out and makes a closed fist. Your mother begins choking and gasping for air. “Where is she?”

“There is no child here Commander Ramee.” Her voice is like venom as she gasps, dropping her weapons on the floor. Her hands reach for her own neck.

“People are whispering there is a girl with Force powers walking among those on Mandalore. Something not been seen in ages.” The man sneers. “People have given her location away; the things people will do when death is at their door. You seem to be caring for her, raising her.”

Your mother is lifted off the floor, dangling in front of the Imperial officer. “She is not here. I have taught her the Mandalorian culture, the Mandalorian creed. Who says she already doesn’t have a helmet atop her head? You will never find her! You will never dig your talons into her!”

The man steps back and laughs lowly. “She’s here. I can feel her, sense her. Her power is strong.” He inhales the air. “It’s undeniable.”

Your mother watches as the man walks towards your hiding spot. He pulls aside a few crates, revealing your cowering form. He yanks you out by your arms, pulling you out into the room.

“She’s a child!” Your mother cries.

“And she will be my weapon!” The man shouts. 

Your mother crouches to her knees and pulls you into your arms. You can feel the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her veins. You can hear her heart pounding inside of her chest. “You are better than him Y/N. You are so much better than him!”

Tears sting your eyes as you wrap your arms around her. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay.”

She pulls away and looks at you. She wipes away your tears. She swallows and smiles lightly under her helmet. “Your real mother, your biological mother, brought you to me. We knew each other, grew up together, she knew I’m Mandalorian.” Her voice cracks. “Your mother knew you’d be safe with me. She knew I’d give you a life worth living away from the cruelty of your father.” 

You reach out and touch her helmet. It feels cool against your delicate skin. You want to see her face again; you want to see her happy. You blink and suddenly she is gone. You feel older and taller. Your body aches and feels like you have been trampled by tons of Mudhorns. You look around and notice the room is now dark and empty. You shiver because it’s bone chilling cold. 

“She’s not here.” Ramee’s voice says. “You killed her. Remember?”

You spin around, and Ramee’s tall fragile frame is now in the room with you. “You killed her!” You cry and shout at the same time. “You. Killed her!” You begin weeping. “You took the one good thing in my life away from me.”

“Her death a consequence for hiding you away!” Ramee shouts.

“I’m no longer your puppet. You’ll never find me!”

Ramee laughs and reaches out. “I’m coming for you child, and when I find you, you will be my weapon again.”

“Never.” You sneer. “I will die before I succumb to you again!”

Ramee grins. “We will see my child. We. Will. See.”

In a mere second the room is back to the memory of seeing your adoptive mother for the last time. She’s stroking your cheek. “You have power beyond your control. Wield it wisely, wield it carefully. You are strong, you are fierce Y/N. This is not your fault. We can’t blame ourselves for the families we are born into, for the blood we share with ones who are our family.”

You see another cloaked Imperial officer lift a pointed blade of black and white towards the ceiling. “No!” You cry as you latch onto her. Your eyes travel up to the officer’s body frame as he swings the blade down. Your adoptive mother collapses in your arms then falls back when a Stormtrooper pulls you away. “No! No!” You shout and cry at the same time. Your heart pounding in your chest as you try to fight your way out of the Stormtroopers grasp. “No!”

The Stormtrooper carries you out of the house and into the night on Concordia, the moon of Mandalore. The noise of blaster fire and cannons as well as screams and cries from people clog your ears as you are carried abroad a transport unit. You’re numb as you are placed in a seat and buckled in. Your eyes feel heavy, but you lift them once Ramee walks on board and takes a seat across from you.

“We will rule this galaxy together child.” Ramee hisses. “Then we will watch it burn.”