A traditional Mando'a Kenobi, adressing Fett in their first meeting. The possibility of change.
OMG the clichés I used here, the deus ex machina and the tropes. Perfect, thank you, that was a lovely one !
Jango stares at the man escorted by Taun We inside his quarters. Apart from the Cuy’Val’Dar wearing some, and the pale copies worn by his clones, the last time he saw proper beskar’gam was when he looked at himself in the reflection of the fresher’s mirror.
He was expecting a Jetii.What’s a Mandalorian doing on Kamino ?
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“Who are you ?”“I’m someone who remembers who you are, Ner Mand’alor.”
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Obi-Wan sees the exact moment Jango Fett’s eyes lose their wary curiosity for resigned fury. “There is no Mand’alor here.” Fett growls.“There could be.”It took time, and skill, to both redirect the Jedi tracking the lead, the clues perfectly difficult yet somehow just easy enough to decipher, leading them directly to Geonosis without going through Kamino, and finding the hidden system himself, lured by the name of Jango Fett.But Obi-Wan is stubborn, like any good Mando, and he has a purpose.
There’s war looming, and while it’s a Mandalorian’s calling, they would be lambs for the slaughter without someone to unify them.And he likes Sabine, he really does, but while peace is a noble goal, naivety and willful blindness aren’t the ways to achieve it. You do not erase hundreds of years of culture for the sake of pacifism, not without turning into a tyrant. Change has to come, but as a group effort, not from people never leaving the golden domes of Sundari.
They need a Mand’alor, not a Duchess.
Except the one they have…Has rejected his title years ago.
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Jango sees the blade of purple light arcing towards his neck and is too slow to do anything about it.Killed by a jetii. Of fucking course.Boba…
There the sound of a blaster, and a hiss of pain, and a very glaring lack of death. Jango opens the eyes he wasn’t aware he had closed and stares at the men in tan and black beskar’gam standing in front of him, pressing a hand against a wounded flank and swearing at the Korun Jetii.Jango may not understand a word of Haruun Kai’s tongue, but he knows how to recognize insults when he hears some.The Jetii looks startled, and his gaze drops to the side, widening when he catches sight of Boba. He steps back, glaring and mouth set, but turns back towards the arena, going to help his fellow Force-users.
Jango catches the other Mando just before he collapses, glaring at him.“Why did you do that ?”“A flesh wound instead of your head, and you’re asking ?” scoffs the man, removing his helmet, revealing his red hair and blue eyes, his mouth twisted in pain. “It’s not fatal, and I have bacta. Re-attaching a head is a bit more complicated.”Jango scowls. “You could have died.”“There are worse fates than that. You are my Mand’alor.”“I’m no-one’s Mand’alor.”It’s the young man’s -how did Taun We call him ? Obi-Wan ?- turn to scowl at him.“You’ll be mine until one of us dies, deal with it.”He shrugs off Jango’s hand and gets up, wincing. Boba immediately takes his place at his father’s side, despite Jango’s orders, his eyes shining with worry.Jango looks at his son, as he swears he’s fine, looks at the arena where the droids are corralling the jetiise, Tyrannus ready to sentence them all to death. It should bring him joy but as he looks at his son, he doubts, for the first time in a long while.Is this what he wants ?Could there be another way ?“Who would come ?” he whispers, halting Obi-Wan’s departure. “Apart from you and your inexplicable faith, who would come, to the call of the ghost of the Mand’alor I once was ?”Jetpacks’ sounds fill the air, followed by a hail of blaster fire, as dozens of men and women in beskar’gam fly into the arena, firing EMPs onto the droids and coming to the Jedi’s help.Jango recognize sigils, patterns, some that make him seethes, some that are old friends’.“They would.”
