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@huntere
𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳. hi friendsss!! my name is sara (24, she/her). this is an independent jango fett rp blog, canon and legends inspired. dms are open to mutuals but happy to share my discord if needed. i can also be found on @djaryn.
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@huntere / ❝ you’ve been through quite an ordeal, little one. ❞ only jango is allowed to call him that
he’s fourteen and his throat is full of sweet water. boba spits it out, indignantly. a river is nothing compared to a planet-wide ocean. but it has slippery stones and strong currents too. maybe every river was an ocean once, maybe that’s why it should carry him away.
his knees sting as he gets up, the skin on them rubbed raw and bleeding from the sharp rocks at the bottom. this gets ignored, just like the soaked strands of hair prickling his eyes. the chill sets in immediately but this body doesn’t remember how to tremble.
“i know how to swim.” he reminds jango, jango who is so eager to forget kamino. maybe boba will remember just to spite him. the water on his tongue still tastes wrong but it’s familiar enough.
his father says one thing and means another. he once said ‘home’ and meant anything else but the rain. today, he calls the river on this nameless planet an ordeal but his voice sounds like the clank of jail doors sliding shut. when boba slipped on that river stone, he saw his own hand reaching towards jango. maybe, he can’t be sure. should he care about that? or should he care about the fact that his hand wasn’t caught in time?
in the end, he supposes what really matters is that he can swim.
“i know how to swim.” boba repeats that and means the prison too. sometimes swimming means keeping your head above the surface.
jango stares at him with the weight of this one missed hand and boba can’t do anything about that. he just walks past it and wishes his father would do the same.
***
he’s forty-one and there’s a welcome weight to his step. where his skin was rubbed raw and bleeding, the armor protects it once more.
his father waits for him in front of the ramp to slave one. he looks at him like boba is about to turn around and disappear again. he can’t blame him. but when his boots touch the ground and the pale sun hits the repainted plates, it’s obvious he’s back, finally back.
they stand before each other and jango is the first to reach out. when his dirt-stained fingers touch the wheat blade and seven moons of concord dawn they complete the insignia like the final brushstroke. this is their clan, soil and blood, alive despite it all.
“you’ve been through quite an ordeal, little one.” his father sounds dazed. boba hears the awe, he hears the relief.
laughter grinds in his throat. “i have.” he confirms.
now that he’s older, he knows that whether he can keep his head above the water isn’t as important as having something to swim towards. his head bows and so does his father’s, quick to confirm that he’s been waiting on the other side of the river again. their foreheads touch, jango’s hands cradle the dented helmet.
boba exhales, long and hard.
adstra.
❝𝐎𝐇 , 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 … 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 !❞ and he wasn’t exactly lying , he liked to spend time with his friends ( especially when said friends had a certain kind of influence … ) Pirate king sat back down on the seat he had jumped up from upon Hunters arrival . Hand raised , drink ordered for Jango while he leaned back in his seat . ❝ you have ! indeed ! we had a few … visitors over time , none of them did last long , though . ❞ a shrug of his shoulders , YES ! Hondo Ohnaka could be considered a fool , someone who should be laughed at , but he should not be messed with . ❝ some even came and asked for YOU , Jango . ❞ now , now his voice got lower & Pirate leaned closer to his friend . ❝ what have you been up to , hmh ? ❞
it confirms what he assumed to be true, at least. if he couldn’t laugh, he would be tempted to disappear again, dragging himself and his likeness back to kamino. of course the cloners may see the storm-tattered seas as the perfect refuge, but it only needs to be found. ( fett only needs to be followed. ) it’s here that laughter turns into a thoughtful hum. ‘ is that so? ’ as the pirate leans in, fett notes the danger in feigned nonchalance. he waits for his drink, pinched between fingers, before stealing another glance in his son’s direction. to ohnaka’s question, though, an answer has already been prepared. ‘you may notice I’ve found myself a hunting partner. keeps me busy these days.’
watching the jango movie and i still cant believe no one even helped actual child boba fett after his dad got beheaded hello??????
happy aotc day, aka jango movie day !!!
cuyanir.
his legs are stretched, arms crossed on his chestplate. while the silver beskar breathes, this armor still clings. boba figures it had time to rest from him. he watches the fabric pinched between his father’s fingers and cants head at his retort. an impatient click of his tongue is his only response to that. of course he hadn’t meant jango. just everything else: the republic, the empire, the death star and the order of things. they all become old news eventually.
“that feels like a defeat.” he notes then. a new path? his helmet turns towards the window where the evening obscures all crossroads and there is no choice to make. “if a new path is needed then the one followed before was wrong.”
though he can hear the objection before it’s voiced, eyes stay fixed on the armor. boba’s reasoning can only set in like a chill. this time, jango decides, it shouldn’t be avoided. ‘kamino was a path I chose.’ fire flickers against its own reflection. 'led me to you,’ he goes on, ‘led us both to geonosis.’ a shrug of the shoulder concludes for him — there’s enough to be said in the lull that follows.
every day, he wonders where the first mistake had been made. was it trusting in deals and loyalties, or wanting more than the dead ends he’d been given? but that isn’t for anyone to answer. ‘if it’s a perfect life you’re looking for, bob’ika, you won’t find it.’
adstra.
❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐍. ❞ but could he really ? this cerainly was no place for a child & CERTAINLY not one for the child of a friend , but … ❝ he will take care of your boy while we sit down and have a drink yeah ? catch up on what happened and what’s going on , it’s been SO LONG since you came here that I thought you died ! ❞ arm thrown over the hunters shoulders , pulling him closer with a laugh . Already drunk … MOST LIKELY ( was Hondo ever sover ? ) ❝ and I PROMISE you , he won’t get any alcohol from us … not on MY WATCH ! ❞ / @huntere x
a curt nod is enough to reassure before boba is ushered away. no doubt, the hunter knows who can be trusted — and his son has been taught well. so with a huff of laughter: ‘TOO LONG.’ and still not long enough for ohnaka’s friendliness to shake him. ( cold steel wouldn’t shift under the weight unless he let it. ) ‘we were on our way through . . . thought I’d check in.’ behind the visor, a final glance confirms the boy’s ease here, an unheard conversation struck up at the corner table. satisfied with this, fett frees his helmet and claims a seat. 'I’ve missed that much, have I?’
[ several stones hurtled up from the ground around maul’s body. battered and bruised, maul glared at sidious. the stones sailed through the air, all heading straight for his master (…) he thought of kilindi & daleen, who had shown him kindness. and then his pounding heart turned to stone and he said ʺ i live to do your bidding, master. ʺ ] extremely canon divergent. not tcw based. as loved very dearly by runa.
couple o cowboys?? How ’bout it!
eyrso.
her feet don’t move right away, she chooses to let the cold break into bones for a moment longer. maybe this is the solution, she thinks. maybe this cold will finally appease the ever present fire within her. once she realizes it burns just the same, she follows fett. it comes like a second instinct, to follow, to listen, to let herself be guided by someone she looks up to. it’s strange, and confusing to the person she’s become; she hasn’t felt a presence like that in far too many years. she barely knows how to deal with it.
“ you’re having people over? ” she voices, still a couple steps behind. i’m not much of a company, it’s what jyn means. though, no answer is waited for, she follows up almost immediately: “ it’s such a fun thing, how the past never stays there. it’s always here, not even behind . . . always right next to me. ”
no reply is given at first. blink and one would miss the approximation of one anyway, near - laughter quirking at the corner of his mouth. he’ll create a reason to pause, snowy ground cleaning the dirt from his boot until he's walking beside her.
it’s the right assessment, fett figures; the right place for it to breach. this could never be concord dawn, with its open skies and unwritten futures. it could never hold the promises that kamino once held, veiled by sheets of rain and sterile walls. he’s lived with his guilt long enough to know that it can’t be erased. ‘that it is,’ he finally answers. a lesson he learned too late. there’s no advice to offer, no truth beyond the harsh one laid out before them. ‘fortunately, my son sends me the stragglers. I’ve a sneaking suspicion you know this one.’
okay people who have been fighting to unwhitewash the clones, now is your time to help māori!!
What’s happening
- 182.41 hectares of our ancestral land in Wairarapa has come up for sale.
- This whenua backs onto our maunga Tararua, our awa, Waiohine and is near our whānau urupā, Te Uru o Tāneroa.
- The tender price is between $1.2-1.5 million.
- Our whānau are trying to raise money to meet the tender price.
- Our iwi has not settled, so we have no collective financial base.
- Our whānau want to buy back our whenua and establish papakāinga and sustainable business to bring our people home to Wairarapa.
If the tender is unsuccessful they will keep all donations for the next bit of land that comes up
#LandBack. We have a once in a lifetime opportunity to buy it back and help recreate a hub for our Ngāti Kahukuraawhitia people.
(information has been copied from @/amscraig on twitter, who is a member of the iwi attempting to reclaim their land)
it is so disappointing that this is the only option to reclaim illegally stolen land for the iwi, but the government wont work towards settlement with many iwi so we have no other choice
if you have any money avaliable to donate please do, anything would be appreciated!
update!!! im so proud of what has been done so far, we got enough to submit the tender so now we need to keep campaigning so once the final date is provided we can meet the final price requested!
idk if jan.go ever knew about sid.ious, but ngl, i think it’s funny to imagine count dookie introducing them to each other over cocktails one evening and jan.go’s like ‘oh aren’t you senator pal.patine?’ and palpy and dookie exchange looks bc how did he unravel that secret
@cuyanir / i used to be interesting, and then, like everything else, the slow march of time killed it.
what is there left to do when you’ve outlived yourself? jango can remember when there was no such thing as the next day. only the past, and it trailed constantly behind like the sound of thunder. before boba, time was only a borrowed thing. the cost of his reputation was a state of living death. he doesn’t have to imagine returning to that place: not with his armor still muddied from their hunt. he wouldn’t have worn it for anyone else — and for anyone else, he wouldn’t choose to see humor.
‘happens to the best of us.’ maybe his son hadn’t meant to implicate, but his cloth draws attention to the scuffs in silver. what are they but a testament to change? a younger, more practiced warrior wouldn’t have brought those scars home. looking about, a younger warrior wouldn’t have called this place home. it’s too permanent. too quiet. ( something tells him he’d rather not leave it again. ) his chair creaks beneath him as the armor is set aside, like a third listener warming by the hearth. ‘maybe,’ he goes on, ‘you’re just headed down a new path.’
i’m rereading the fett parts of the aotc novelization and like,,,,,
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hi good morning here’s some more uwu
He almost told Boba to go and pack, then and there, so they could blast away from Kamino, but he recognized the danger of that course. He would be leaving without learning anything about his potential enemy, this Jedi Knight who had arrived unexpectedly. His boss would want that information. […] Jango continued to stare at Boba, at the only thing that really mattered. “Play it cool,” he whispered to himself. “You’re nothing more than a clone source, well paid enough to want to know nothing about why you’re being cloned.” That was his litany, that was his plan. And it had to work. For Boba’s sake.
“You did great,” Jango replied. “You fired at just the right time, and were right there, ready to help me in when it was time for us to go. You’re learning well, Boba. Better than I ever believed possible.” “That’s because I’m a little you,” the boy reasoned, but Jango was shaking his head. “You’re better than I was at your age, and by a long way. And if you keep working hard, you’ll be the best bounty hunter this galaxy’s ever seen.” “Which was your plan from the beginning with the Kaminoans, right, Dad? That’s why you wanted me!” Jango Fett moved over and lifted one hand to tousle Boba’s hair. “That and a lot of other reasons,” he said quietly, reverently. “And in every regard, in every hope and dream, you’ve done better than I ever expected.”
I’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe. Temuera Morrison as Jango Fett in Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones
Jango Fett, initially, when he was hired to help create the clone army: oh the jedi thought they were funny on galidraan, well I'm about to be fucking hilarious
thinking about how.. . jango’s first language was mando’a, but not the version spoken on mandalore. concord dawn had its own dialect which, tbh, i think was one of the blueprints for the mando’a spoken throughout the sector. when he was training the clones (and that was honestly rare; he left that to the cuy'val dar for a reason) he’d just speak to them in basic. the troops he met with would have known some common mando’a, so he’d use it occasionally, but he also didn’t think it was that relevant to him hgdkfjg.. jango didn’t go into this thinking he was training mandalorians, he considered them to be republic soldiers. “republic.” you know.
anyway concord dawn had such a small population compared to mandalore, and the dialect they used was so specific to it, he wouldn’t have passed it on to anyone but his son. so like,, common mando’a to jango = soldier talk, ‘verd’ and ‘oya oya’ type mando’a, and concord dawn dialect = all of that + terms for family, values, ways of describing the world, etc etc.
