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“Mandalorians don’t normally do politics.” He looks around the room, at this space that’s so obliviously political. The conference walls, the gentle quiet, built to keep outsiders from listening. No taste of personality, just to keep from offending whatever plethora of species were found to come in and visit. “Hopefully, we can make this treaty work and change that.”
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‘ Are you sure about this?’ The redheaded teen was following the older man’s lead in this case. In an era where the Jedi were persecuted and they couldn’t trust their own government, the jedi had to be a lot more quiet about helping people. That could easily deem them the perpetrator and no matter if that didn’t worry him, it worried everyone else. Hence the reason he was with him in the first place.
“Listen kid, the day I’m sure about something is the day that I’m dead. And even then, you better triple check things.” He doesn’t look at the kid when he snaps, keeping his eyes on the building across from their little tapcafe. “Am I sure that the police won’t do anything about this slave ring? Am I sure that there’s no other way to smack them down than going in and killing them ourselves? Not at all.” “Willing to do it anyways.”
jetiimando:
He scoffs, and can’t stop the personal correction on the edge of his lips. Too much personal information, but it comes out anyways. “I’d rather go through life with it always turned off. All that pain, all that suffering, and I can’t do anything about it? I hate feeling it.”
“You think you are powerless to stop the pain and suffering?” he questioned softly. “Then you have forgotten what it is to be a part of the galaxy or you never learned. Nothing is stopping you from reaching out, and putting the end to someones pain. You are not so powerless as you may think you are.”
“Individuals, sure, yes, I can help. But all of it? All that pain, together? Nothing that I do will ever touch that. They’re always hurting, always suffering. I’ve felt it my entire life. And I can’t make it stop. So I picked my people, and I’m trying to stop their pain, but that just leads to someone else’s pain.” “I suppose that’s the balance of the galaxy. Putting the people I care about first, and someone else gets hurt.”
My parents were heroes. My father a soldier, fighting for a cause he had no stake in, watching his brothers die for a people who would never see them as anything but grunts. My mother gave her life to a group that would never free her to her own wishes. They were the very definition of heroes. Let me be worthy of them
jetiimando:
“Then perhaps we agree to keep weapons in holsters, and we can have a talk.”
“Agreed. So what is it that we need to have this chat about? I wouldn’t think you would need anything from me.”
“Not so long ago, the Jedi murdered nearly all of the Mandolorian warriors. Now, the Senate tries to blame us again for their wars. I would talk with you, in hopes we do not come to the same destruction.”
jetiimando:
“It was the war. They would have thrown her out if they knew, and she couldn’t leave her men.” He understood. Even when he had been but a babe, he had never resented her for that, never doubt that his mother had loved him. “She got an assignment on her own for her pregnancy, and then left me with my grandfather.”
he nods his understanding. the jedi order had not been known for its acceptance of rule-breaking, and a secret pregnancy… yes, that was certainly grounds for expulsion. even just an affair between a jedi and a clone was grounds enough in their eyes. but a pregnancy?
❝ i’m sorry, ❞ he offers lightly, yet sincere. what else could he possibly offer. ❝ smart of them: to keep you hidden from the empire. ❞
He wants to laugh at the idea of just keeping him hidden from the Empire. He had been a child, and children were easier to hide than grown men with the same faces in the soldiers who were looking for them. “All of us hid. You think the jedi were the only ones who ran after Order 66? Plenty of clones did as well. My whole clan, in hiding.”
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Long dark lashes flicker upwards to reveal darkened shades of burnt-sienna. Dirt and scarlet stains of blood still marred her face from the long battle. Strands of her raven hair remained disheveled and out of place as she was scarcely given time to clean herself up before being thrown on her knees in front of the other.
Her lips are pursed into a frown into an anxious frown as she peered up at her new Master. “So who is going to talk first? You talk first? I talk first?” Poe prompts softly. There is no hint of panic or discord in her tone, though there was a the very minor wavering of intimidation within the feminine but still semi-brassy notes.
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The battle was still raging, in distant parts of the city. But here, in the center, the Council had surrendered and the last of the resistance fighters were being dragged forward. He’d been standing off to the side, disinterested, into his commander crooks a finger and waves him to come forward. In the privacy of his helmet, Kad sighed. Suppose he had this coming, having down what he did during the brief civil war for the planet. “How about this one,” the commander says, slightly drunk already and laughing. “She please your picky needs?” Kad looks down. Despite the prompting question of both of them, he is silent as he reaches out and takes her chin in his hand. He turns her head side to side, the features face of his helmet concealing his intrigued feelings. He grunts, and drops her head. “She’ll do.” The commander leads the laughter as Kad holds out his hand to the kneeling woman.
The sounds of explosions usher in the curtain of defeat. The Resistance was quashed by the First Order and to the victors would go the spoils. Yet, never in a million years did Poe expect to become a prize of any kind.
Her jaw clenches at the leader’s inquiry. There was hardly any doubt the offer had been made to someone who had severed him with some kind of valor. Her chest heaves slightly as the other individual moves forward and then seems to observe her through his helmet (an unfair advantage she thought to herself).
Poe’s breath hitches as the individual takes her chin in his hand. She silently thanks the Galaxies that the exhaustion from the rigorous battle had taken most of the fight out of her figure. She finds herself swallowing sharply as her face is turned from side to side. The pilot couldn’t help but wonder what it is he was searching for.
Her head of dark-hair hangs slightly when it is dropped. There are a thousand questions and emotions crashing like tidal waves over her. That is, until the individual finally speaks. The words “she’ll do” silenced all of them, save for one. What was to become of her now?
Slowly, five trembling fingers extend to coil around and accept the pro-offered hand. She can’t help but notice how much bigger and stronger the hand happened to be compared to her own. It is a thought that is reflected upon for but a moment before being dismissed again.
Dameron is quick to return to her feet, the position of surrender all but forgotten as her boots hit the ground. The brunette knows it is not her place to question where he is taking her, and yet, somehow that doesn’t stop her from quietly asking. “Wh….where are we going?”
“My ship,” he answers plainly, and he will not snap at her for asking questions that make no difference on what happens. In the privacy of his helmet, he can look at her without being seen to stare, and it gives him a far more raw and true picture of her behaviour. Not that he wouldn’t be able to feel her thoughts and feelings in the force, but he has never been one to trust only a single set of senses. True enough, he walks to her to the space port, and the collection of vessels circled up that belong to the mandalorian mercenaries all hired to fight for this particular enemy of the Resistance. Kad never truly cared much at all who they were fighting. He nods at the guard, in equally faceless armour, and then takes up her the ramp into his ship. It’s a rough and ready Mandolarian build, considered more for fighting and mercenary work than for guests, and so the cabin is as much prisoner hold and cockpit, all rolled into one. From the ramp, there’s a step up to the cockpit seats, and when the ramp is raised, it becomes the floor of the living space. Kad does just that, sealing them into the beskar hull with a clang. Only once the ship is closed does he move his helmet. Setting it aside, he looks at her. “What’s your name?”
jetiimando:
Big brown eyes look at her. His expression has almost a stupid take to it, for how he’s dragging out the moment between her words, and his own response. But then he smiles, fast and sure, and lets his grin turn over into smiling words. “You want some?” He digs around in his pocket, comes up with a fist full of candy, all still in their wrappers. He holds his hand out to her. “Ba’buir always says I can’t eat them all, even when he gives me them.”
She looks down at the candy in his hand, blinking slowly, she really shouldn’t. But she reaches for one anyway, unwrapping it, “But you try anyway, right?” She would have tried anyway. Unwrapping the piece of candy before she popped it into her mouth, her fingers twisted the wrapper into a little knot. “I’m Sabine.”
“Kad.” He smiles happily at having made a new friend, and eats another one of the candies himself. There’s very few children in his lcan, so he’s glad whenever he meets someone new, and they’re interested in being his friend. “Ba’buit also says I shouldn’t follow rules, cause rules are made to control people.”
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He could rarely get to sleep these days. Too much turmoil out in the galaxy, pain and worry that followed the aliit home and left the whole building filled with everyone’s own quiet twist and pull of feelings. It wasn’t as though they were trying, they were all people after all, with their own worries and their own emotions that they couldn’t dampen down. But the noise of it all could get overwhelming to someone used to feeling it in the force. He gets maybe an hour of sleep. Before the feeling of someone, exhausted and overwhelmed and crying, pulls him out for what fitful dream he had. One of the ad’ika is crying, a nightmare, and Kad quietly makes his way to the shared children’s room to ease their sleep into something more pleasant. But now that he’s up, he knows he won’t get back to sleep. Night time is perhaps the worst for a force sensitive, surrounded by all those soldiers and their old horrors, sleeping away with none of the control to keep their nightmares from seeping out. He makes up a cup of hot whiskey, and carries it outside. And it’s not long before he hears someone coming up from the parked ships.
It is nice here, peaceful. It is also very different from when Satine was around–to her it wasn’t that long, two years since she had been killed but as everything else, Satine was long gone. The only comfort Padme had regarding that was that her friend was now with Obi Wan and it warmed her heart a little. They had each other now, finally.
Her arms were over her chest as she walked, her palms against her sides trying to cast out the morning air out of her and keep herself from getting to chilled, trying to ground herself into the new reality that she was living, into the fact her son was still alive somewhere and she had to find him.
With those thoughts in mind and barely keeping herself together she made her way towards where Kad lived–if she remembered correctly, this place with sunlight looked different and though she had other talents it was easy for her to get a little disoriented sometimes, at least now it was.
Seeing him outside her lips turned upwards in a small smile and made her way to him, “morning.” He looked tired–exhausted really and her smile faltered. “Are you feeling alright?”
Kyrimorut was as much a village now, as a home. Built up as the clan needed her to expand, to support the army deserters, imperial traitors, and all the supporters Kal Skirata had a habit of drawing to himself. One clan, yes, but multiple families, and even though most of them lived in the singular main building, there was still a complex and bewildering multitude of buildings around it. So though he can feel someone else awake and moving around, there’s still plenty of time before he sees the figure who’s been making those paths in the Force. Ah, Padme. Not unexpected. Given the turbulent time she’s had, he would have been more surprised if she’d made it through the night without getting restless. He offers her a weary smile, and a shrug. “I don’t sleep much.” The truth, basic and simple. The early hour and the drink open up his mouth for more though, more than just the basic truth. Honesty, in a way that he was never raised to be. “Suppose that doesn’t make me alright, but I’m used to it.” He holds out the glass to her, a silent offer.
jetiimando:
“I don’t mind.” Training wars with his own self knowledge - that the empire is gone, that he does not have to hide as he once did. Still, he hesitates before he answers. “Venku Skirata. My mother, she…. She was a Jedi.”
he wishes he could tell him that he remembered her, that he’d known her and that they were friends. but the truth is, is that qui-gon left the order before the war, when the number of the jedi was too high to count except in records. ❝ did she hide it from the order? ❞
"It was the war. They would have thrown her out if they knew, and she couldn't leave her men." He understood. Even when he had been but a babe, he had never resented her for that, never doubt that his mother had loved him. "She got an assignment on her own for her pregnancy, and then left me with my grandfather."
mandoaderebel:
There weren’t many children in her clan, and she is so used to them that its second nature to tune out the sound of a voice calling her name. “I–” She went to apologize, but he was as much at fault, wasn’t he? A green streak of hair hangs across her forehead, she can see the locks partially blocking one eye as she looks at him. Gaze narrowing as a hand lifts, pointing at the side of her own mouth then pointing at his, “You got somethin–.. It looks like you’re wearin’ more than you ate.”
Big brown eyes look at her. His expression has almost a stupid take to it, for how he’s dragging out the moment between her words, and his own response. But then he smiles, fast and sure, and lets his grin turn over into smiling words. “You want some?” He digs around in his pocket, comes up with a fist full of candy, all still in their wrappers. He holds his hand out to her. “Ba’buir always says I can’t eat them all, even when he gives me them.”
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Long dark lashes flicker upwards to reveal darkened shades of burnt-sienna. Dirt and scarlet stains of blood still marred her face from the long battle. Strands of her raven hair remained disheveled and out of place as she was scarcely given time to clean herself up before being thrown on her knees in front of the other.
Her lips are pursed into a frown into an anxious frown as she peered up at her new Master. “So who is going to talk first? You talk first? I talk first?” Poe prompts softly. There is no hint of panic or discord in her tone, though there was a the very minor wavering of intimidation within the feminine but still semi-brassy notes.
@jetiimando
The battle was still raging, in distant parts of the city. But here, in the center, the Council had surrendered and the last of the resistance fighters were being dragged forward. He’d been standing off to the side, disinterested, into his commander crooks a finger and waves him to come forward. In the privacy of his helmet, Kad sighed. Suppose he had this coming, having down what he did during the brief civil war for the planet. “How about this one,” the commander says, slightly drunk already and laughing. “She please your picky needs?” Kad looks down. Despite the prompting question of both of them, he is silent as he reaches out and takes her chin in his hand. He turns her head side to side, the features face of his helmet concealing his intrigued feelings. He grunts, and drops her head. “She’ll do.” The commander leads the laughter as Kad holds out his hand to the kneeling woman.
newxhope:
“I’ve done much in my life that I must atone for, and sensing everything around me reminds me of the lives I’ve taken. It reminds me why I became a Jedi, and in many ways it grounds me. Centers me. Reminds me for whom I raise my saber and why.”
He scoffs, and can’t stop the personal correction on the edge of his lips. Too much personal information, but it comes out anyways. “I’d rather go through life with it always turned off. All that pain, all that suffering, and I can’t do anything about it? I hate feeling it.”
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Ennis folded xyr arms as xe approached. Why they had recruited this particular individual, xe had no idea. He didn’t have the best reputation. Xe waited for him to approach.
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Armour plates clunking together, he moves through the public square. He gets a wide birth, and several frightened glances, but he pays them no mind. Walks straight up to xer, and hooks his thumbs through his belt loops. “Ennis, I take it?”
@jetiimando [ sort of cont. from here ]
The last twenty four hours had been some of the most challenging of her life. Padme had lived through a blockade, countless death threats, an abusive jedi-turned-sith husband that practically choked her to death and a sith lord sucking the life force out of her to the brink of dying. But not once in all those times she felt so utterly powerless.
The chancellor had won, even if he was dead now along with Anakin and Obi Wan and the entire planet of Alderaan. She had been tossed through time–she couldn’t even conceive the idea quite yet–and crash landed in a place filled with people that despised the ones she loved the most, only to find out her daughter had been killed and her son was god knew where.
It was too much to take in and after receiving the predictable bad news of her ship too broken to fly, trying to sleep hadn’t been easy. Her dreams–when she managed to pass out from exhaustion had flashes of something she couldn’t quite place, bits and pieces of what she had heard from the mandalorians and things she just knew but none of them brought any comfort.
Once she gave up on sleeping altogether she got out of her bunk–she had decided to stay on her ship, broken and all–and managed to comb her hair into a respectable ponytail before walking out of the ship to try and find Kad.
He could rarely get to sleep these days. Too much turmoil out in the galaxy, pain and worry that followed the aliit home and left the whole building filled with everyone’s own quiet twist and pull of feelings. It wasn’t as though they were trying, they were all people after all, with their own worries and their own emotions that they couldn’t dampen down. But the noise of it all could get overwhelming to someone used to feeling it in the force. He gets maybe an hour of sleep. Before the feeling of someone, exhausted and overwhelmed and crying, pulls him out for what fitful dream he had. One of the ad’ika is crying, a nightmare, and Kad quietly makes his way to the shared children’s room to ease their sleep into something more pleasant. But now that he’s up, he knows he won’t get back to sleep. Night time is perhaps the worst for a force sensitive, surrounded by all those soldiers and their old horrors, sleeping away with none of the control to keep their nightmares from seeping out. He makes up a cup of hot whiskey, and carries it outside. And it's not long before he hears someone coming up from the parked ships.
jediswcrd:
“It would. Very quickly, in fact.”
“Then perhaps we agree to keep weapons in holsters, and we can have a talk.”
Bounty
likemyfatherbeforeme:
Luke’s eyebrows shot up. “Then- what the kriffing hell are you doing with me?” he demanded. If a Bounty Hunter wasn’t in it for the money, then…was this a matter of conscious. He’d never heard of a Bounty Hunter who hated Jedi, but he supposed it was possible. “Why go to all this trouble then?”
“Call it a personal favour. Someone wanted you.” He shrugged. He didn’t expect the jedi to understand the sort of code the bounty hunters followed, let alone the greater emphasis that Mandalorians placed on their own owed honour. “I owed them a favour. Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”
