#kid!luke

[imadetheline]

Admiral Piett setting down a plate of cookies: would you like some, Lord Vader?

Vader: no

Vader's cape opens slightly to reveal a small hand. the hand pats around the table until it finds the cookies. it takes a cookie and disappears back into the cape. Vader looks on unperturbed.

[the-obiwan-for-me]

Yeah, so, I was going to say it "kriff it" and post the first chapter of the sequel to "She Said the Word," "More Than Blood," tonight. About a week before I thought I would, but I was ready to get this damn party started!

Sadly, my very tired, arthritic hand dropped my laptop on my tile floor, and, well, looks like a new laptop is in the works and I'm not screwing around trying to post a brand new work on AO3 from my phone! So, no first chapter tonight!

But, I'm bummed and need some serotonin, so I'm going to share a bit from the chapter!

Quick orientation: this story takes place 8 years after the conclusion of "She Said the Word."

Asks are open if you have questions or want to chat about what might happen! I'm super pumped for this story (and completely terrified, since I don't have the backbone of the Clone Wars to build upon).

Lily hit the duracrete with a clatter and a loud groan. “Kriffing hells.” She lay still for a long moment, willing the air that had been knocked from her lungs in the impact back to where it belonged. “Jare’la,” she whispered to herself in Mando’a, climbing to her feet and looking around for the kid.

She’d fallen because she’d been distracted, trying to keep tabs on the bolting, panicking kid, and now she’d actually lost sight of him. “Di’kut,” she swore at herself, taking off at a jog, reaching out through the Force, searching for a spark of primal panic. She found it, and chased it around a dark corner, only to see the kid scrambling down an access ladder.

“Come on, kid!” she shouted down, wincing at the cold tone her helmet’s voice modulator gave her. “I’m here to help!”

“E chu ta ovv, Mando!” The Rodian boy shouted up at her.

“Rude,” she muttered, while she considered her next move. She could hustle down the ladder, too, and the kid would maintain his lead and she would continue to chase him until he either slipped away in the night on this stink hole of a planet, or run right square into the people she was trying to protect him from.

She could jump, again, as it was only three or four stories, and actually pay attention this time, stopping herself from hitting the pavement quite so hard.

She wished she could use her jetpack- that always made everything easier- but the stinking humidity of Nal Hutta had fucked up the compressors and she’d yet to find time to recalibrate them.

She jumped.

Calling the Force to her, she willed the molecules of the air around her to condense and cushion her. The air ceased to rush past her, and she touched down lightly at the base of the ladder, just as the kid was turning from it and coiling to sprint away.

If it was possible, his shimmering black eyes went even wider and he froze.

“Uba’laz jeedai!”

Lily held her hands up, trying to placate the terrified boy. She thought she’d been told he spoke Basic, but all he’d spoken so far was frantic, rough Huttese. Lucky for Lily, she’d been taught frantic, rough Huttese by her brother.

“Nopa prawda! Dobrah pateesa.”

His eyes traveled up and down the length of her, truly studying her for the first time. “Come on, kid,” she pleaded.

In an instant, he made up his mind. With frightening speed, he ran headlong into her, tackling her at the waist, and they both went tumbling to the ground, a tangle of limbs. He landed a few good hits into her ribs from atop her, but, unfortunately for him, Lily was exceptionally trained in hand to hand, and this kid was just a wild mess of aimless fists and elbows.

In two, swift decisive moves, Lily had flipped their positions and pinned the kid to the ground, his arms trapped to his sides. “Be still. Shulu stidd.” She fished out a tiny holoprojector as the kid fussed and wiggled under her, hissing a string of some of the filthiest Huttese she’d ever heard. “You’re making your mothers awfully proud, kid,” she growled as she activated the projector. Two Rodians flickered to life, and the kid suddenly fell still and his face softened, his terror washing away.

He listened quietly as his mothers implored him to come with the Mandalorian. That they weren’t angry, just frightened for him. Lily felt his intention change and shift, so she scooted away from him, sitting on the ground, pulling him up to a seated position, sat beside him, placing the projector in his hands, and watched him quietly. He played the message twice more before turning his large, black eyes to her.

“You’re really here to help me?” he asked in Basic.

She nodded. “I really am.”

“I’m in a lot of trouble,” he whispered.

“I gathered.”

Stay tuned! I will be posting the whole chapter soon!

[the-obiwan-for-me]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Eight years after the actions of Mandalore prompted the end of the Clone Wars; the planet, its people, and the ruling Clan Kryze are learning how to deal with their new role as a prominent voice in the Republic. Thrust into a leadership role in a galaxy wide initiative, while also being everyone's favorite planet to love or hate, has its challenges and benefits, and Clan Kryze must work together to navigate them, all while dealing with the personal trials of a growing and maturing family.

The “She Said the Word” sequel is HERE! I am so excited....and terrified. I hope it’s as much fun as it seems to be in my head!

[the-obiwan-for-me]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Satine tries to get Bo alone to apologize, only to be interrupted by chaos.

[the-obiwan-for-me]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The Kryze family gathers for a relaxing evening before the festivities begin. Emotions run high as news is shared and old wounds re-opened.

[onyoursidekid]

"Can we get a pet rabbit?"

"Hey, that’s a great idea!" Luke enthused, punching Nick’s shoulder. Hell yeah, it could be, like, their mascot! Forget hot and bothered grown-ups in those crappy cardboard suits, having a fluffy little guy of their own with actual twitchy ears and nose would just be freakin’ cool.

“We could name ‘im Tommy, ‘cause he’s the Easter bunny and he's needin' a real name—but he’s a badass bunny. Like one a' those adventurer guys but his gun shoots easter eggs and—”

His face fell, hands seeking his pockets as he kicked the toe of his shoe against the floor. He sighed, his voice turning dejected. “Yeah, but my dad won’t let me. Said we ain’t allowed any more pets after Sharky.”