All I want to do is write angsty Sith Luke fic. All I get are brain chemicals that don’t do their job to keep me focused. Anyway, here’s what I’ve got. -
Mandalorians were a very tenuous people. Luke would give them that. Although he was frustrated that they always showed up where they weren’t wanted.
This was an Empire controlled planet, therefore it should be protected by Darth Vader forces. However, instead of the storm troopers Luke had sent to the planet, it was a rag tag group of Mandalorians. He wasn’t sure what exactly happened to the storm troopers, but it likely wasn’t good. Even with the Empire’s alliance with what was left of the Jedi, nearly everyone hated storm troopers.
Of course they hated force users too. Which is why the Dark Side and Light Side had to coexist. They kept each other in check.
Mandalorians on the other hand were their own group, and did not listen to anyone. They were frustrating. Specifically this group, as they were led by Boba Fett. A Mandalorian that had once worked for Vader. Luke had never liked him honestly.
The planet had begged for help from the Mandalorians, as they had been taken over by a nasty group of pirates. Luke only knew about this, because his storm troopers intercepted the message. It was to be expected. Most people didn’t want to make deals with the Empire.
The leader of the planet should have though. The Mandalorians were losing badly. They had put up a good fight, but the pirates had stolen equipment and the home advantage.
Luke gave the Mandalorians roughly about ten more minutes, before they were all taken out. He hopped down from the roof of the building he’d been using to get a good view of the chaos.
He’d chosen this one specifically, because Boba Fett’s right hand man had been using it for cover, as he sniped off pirates.
Luke wasn’t going to let this planet be destroyed, and there was no way he’d let the pirates take it over. However, he’d let the Mandalorians believe that. It was easier to get what he wanted if they did.
Mandalorians were useful to have around. Luke knew he could find a use for one. At the very least it would provide him with a bit of entertainment.
The silver one had been his favorite so far. He stuck out compared to the rest of his group. The only one with unpainted armor. Any time Luke had come across the group, that particular Mandalorian would be the first to run into the battle and the last to leave. It was admirable in a way. Although, he was a self sacrificing dumbass.
It made him the easiest to manipulate. He’d likely do anything to protect the rest of his team. With the amount of wounded the Mandalorians currently on the battlefield, Luke imagined he’d do anything to help them.
Luke masked his presence, so the Mandalorian wouldn’t notice him in the room. He watched him make quick work of any pirates that got to close, but it was no use. Many of his friends were laying out on the battlefield bleeding out.
“You know.” Luke started. “They have back up posted North of here. Even if you manage to win, you won’t be able to leave this planet.”
As he expected, a very well aimed blasted bolt nearly hit his face. He turned it ever so slightly with the force, making it hit the wall instead.
The Mandalorian clearly knew something was off about him, so he tried to shoot him again. However, Luke flung the blaster out of his hand and locked his arms to his side.
“Quick draw.” He huffed. “You almost had me.”
The Mandalorian struggled against his hold, to no avail.
Luke had to admit. He was stronger than he expected. Clearly not enough to actually pose a threat, but at least he’d be interesting enough to pass the time. “Behave, and I’ll let you go.” He noted.
The Mandalorian didn’t listen, and went for his side blaster. Luke smirked, grabbing him by his throat with the force on the second attempt. “Cute. Let me know when you’re done.”
He didn’t get a reply. Luke would let it slide, considering the man was currently gripping his own throat, as he tried to avoid choking.
When he was close to passing out, Luke released him.
The Mandalorian collapsed to the ground coughing in a pitiful sight.
He crouched down next to him. “As I was…” He narrowly dodged the blade that slashed out towards him. Luke grabbed his wrist, squeezing until the man dropped the knife. “You really don’t know when to quit.” He twisted his wrist, just to the point where it could almost break, watching as the Madalorian bit a back a shout of pain.
“Fuck… What…What do you want?” His voice was still rough from being choked. Although, Luke had to wonder if it was normally that deep on its own.
“Ah. Finally you’re willing to grace me with a conversation.”
The Mandalorian didn’t say anything more, instead he was glaring at him through the helmet’s visor. Luke had to admit, it was interesting to see just how long this man could last before backing down.
“I came to help.” Luke said. “For a price at least. You’re little group down there doesn’t have much time before they’re completely taken out.” He let go of the wrist he’d nearly broken, and stood up.
For a brief moment, he wondered if the Mandalorian would try attacking him while his back was turned. However, he instead shakily stood to follow him towards the window. Luke could appreciate the fact he didn’t try the coward’s way out by stabbing him in the back. Although, he did move the very illegal Amban sniper rifle. Not even Luke wanted to chance that. There was a reason the Republic and the Empire had banned them.
The rag tag group of warriors was still getting destroyed out in the battle field. Luke used his abilities to save the closest ones, by snapping the necks of the pirates closing in on them. Just enough of an effort so that his new <em> friend </em> wouldn’t be distracted and worried about not holding his post.
“You must be a good shot, for them to trust you not to let them die.”
“Who are you? You’re not a Jedi. So why are you here?”
Luke blinked a few times, trying to figure out if the man was fucking with him or not. He was the face of the Empire. Literally everyone knew who he was. If not the glowing gold eyes should give it away.
“No. Not a Jedi.” He huffed. “Far from it, but I can fix all of this.” Luke jestered out the window. “If you make a deal with me.”
“What can I possibly do for someone who chokes people with their mind?” He crossed his arms, still glaring at Luke through the helmet.
“I’m not sure yet. At the very least you’d be something to pass the time.”
“You want to make me your slave? I give up my freedom to you, and in return you save them? What kind of sick game are you playing?”
A good one, if the way the Mandalorian flinched upon hearing another explosion outside, was any indication.
“We’ll come up with a more beneficial deal. A week every month for a year? I should be bored of you by then.” Luke said, sitting up on the open window ledge.
“Then you just let me go?” The Mandalorian asked, his voice just slightly on edge. He knew his people were outside dying, and that there wasn’t much he could truly do, other than sacrificing his own life.
“If you perform well.” Luke hummed. “Better make your choice quick. The pirates’ reinforcements just showed up.” They showed up seconds after he said it. Repurposed cruisers with blasters strong enough to put holes in that ever was in front of them. They were old and hard to get parts for. It’s why it'd taken so long for the pirates to bring them out. Now the Mandalorians were outnumbered and out gunned.
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