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[aayla-securas]

Requested: Din getting electrocuted by the Jawas in The Mandalorian

Chapter 2: The Child

[cherrykisscs]

          a part of her missed this feeling --- as though her feet were lead while the rest of her near floated . three bounties in the same sector ; had nobody thought to pass the message around , “ hey , maybe we shouldn’t all siphon off of the boss’ due credits all at once ? ” . stupid . dumb , and dead , she’d deal with the last one tomorrow . jett had almost forgotten what it felt like to be at her prime ; bounty after bounty with hardly any moment to think about anything not hunting related between them . she’d nearly forgotten what it felt like to be one of the best . 

the door to the little space she’d taken up for the few days slides open with a hiss , one she mimics as the burns along her hand and arm throb . jett had never seen such a weapon before - some kind of hot whip ? it doesn’t matter - but she’d surely remember the scorching pain of having it wrapped around her limb for weeks to come .

her excitement to finally bathe and lay down dissipate in moments as the door shuts behind her ; her skin pricks , a life saving seventh sense , and before the room could breathe her weapon is drawn , pointed at the shadows .

          “ if you’re here over your lackey , he’s DEAD . ” her voice starts , modulated and stable under her helmet , “ i’m sure your boss wouldn’t mind if i took your head in , too . ”                                                                     @mandlorianer 

[luredeep-moved]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘.     a coat drawn tighter,     the flames flicker,     and yet she is content merely in the moment.     to see him in one piece.     to know he finds respite here.     ❛   ciri talks in her sleep.    i worry for her.    i offered she could stay but she is restless.   ❜      brown eyes find his visor.     [ 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. ]      ❛   but she is a kind girl.    i’m sorry to ask this of you.   ❜     the concern is subtle,    woven into the gentle warmth of her voice.     he’s changed.    armour or not    –––    she knows.

@mandlorianer​

[traykar]

Apparently the Descriptive audio feature confirms that the robots that we see at the end of the siege are in fact Dark Troopers

[oftwileks-archive]

❝  𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙽𝙾 𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙻 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄,  𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽.  ❞  She was no stranger to the history the Mandalorians and Jedi shared,  but times were different now.  She was different.

✰ *･ﾟ✧ —— ┊ 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  @mandlorianer,  x.

[tahnos]

 @mandlorianer​,    starter  call.

gaze  flickers  between  a  son  and  his  father.  the  former  held  so  delicately  in  the  mandalorian’s  arms  as  they  descend  the  ramp  towards  her.  she  can  feel  grogu’s  touch  on  her  mind,  asking  her  not  to  separate  them.  it’s  with  his  father  that  he  wants  to  stay.  she  almost  smiles,  head  tilting  ever  so  slightly  in  a  nod.    ❝    i’ll  stick  to  my  word,  i  will  train  grogu.    ❞    but  don’t  worry,  little  one,  i  won’t  take  you  from  your  father.  a  bond  like  theirs  is  a  rarity,  a  family  is  hard  to  find  in  such  a  vast  galaxy.  ahsoka  won’t  be  the  one  to  tear  them  apart.  not  when  grogu  is  so  fragile,  when  the  dark  side  could  seem  so  tempting.  he  needs  din.    ❝    i  hope  there’s  room  for  three  on  that  ship  of  yours.    ❞

[manumerc]

@mandlorianer​

“ well ,  well ,  well . ”     a  smirk  appeared  on  her  face ,  arms  crossing  over  her  chest  as  she  looked  the  man  up  and  down .     “ you  know ,  you’ve  got  quite  the  reputation            even  among  us  NON - bounty  hunters .  now ,  you  can  rest  assured ;  i  have  no  intention  of  turning  you  in ,  but  i’ve  gotta  say ,  i  am  CURIOUS  about  what  happened  to  make  the  entire  guild  turn  against  you . ”

[vaderari]

@mandlorianer​​ said: Rough touch 👁👄👁 hurt him → meme // SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING 11. My muse slams your muse against a wall hard

             DARKNESS  WELLED  IN  EVERY  CORNER OF  THE  GALAXY, pooling  and  spreading vile  tendrils  into  the  hearts of  weak  and  strong  alike, luring  them  with  promises  of  security,  of  peace,  prosperity, a  siren’s  song  of  the  downtrodden  and  those  who’s  pockets  were  heavy  with  credits.

            Long  had  he  waited  for  the  pendulum to  swing,  to  come  crashing through  the  Republic that  had  stood  on  the  ashes  of  what  was  true  and  right  for  this  wretched galaxy,  Destroyers  casting their  oblique  shadows over  citadels  and  slums  alike  as  the  dark  lord  drew  breath once  more.  

              There  was  but  one  thing  standing  in  his  way  now,  and  the  Jedi  would  not  claim  this  one;  no  mercy, no  quarter.  

              Darkness  surged  through his  blackened  veins, hurling  the  mandalorian against,  and  through, a  mighty  elm,  bark  shattering to  splinters,  bursting into  a  cloud  of  needles and  raining  down  leaves  from  on  high,  the  crown  of  the  ancient  tree  creaking  and  bracing  against its  brethren  as  gravity  pulled it  to  the  earth.  Hardy  boughs  that  bore  thick  branches  snagged and  tore  at  everything  in  their  path,  bringing  down  an  avalanche of  green  in  a  chorus of  sharp  snaps  and  heavy  cracks,  until  the  broadleaf finally  met  the  ground  with  a  tremendous,  earth-shattering  thud,  shaking  the  ground  and  everything  that  dwelled  within it.  

             Darth  Vader  merely stood,  hazed  in  a  flutter of  leaves  and  dust  as  the  elm  lay  broken beside  him.  If  Din  Djarin wasn’t  dead  from  the  impact, he  would  soon  meet  his  gruesome  end  clawing  at  his  throat.