A/N I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. I don't need anything else. Also I am writing this because of the force/my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken.
Note: This event happened after Season 2 Episode 16. The chapters might sometimes be long or short depending on the story plot.
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CHAPTER 9
HOW TO TRAIN A MANDALORIAN
PART 3
X-Wing Cockpit-
Now that they were well on their way and everything is being monitored by R2 Luke Skywalker looked behind him with a bitter sweet smile. A baby Yoda! Oh sorry. His name's Grogu. But still… Amazing! He couldn't help get a little emotional as he looked at the sleeping little version of his former master and teacher Master Yoda.
The former padawan of the grandmaster leaned back in his pilot seat, suddenly nostalgic. His master has been dead for five years but he still misses the mysterious and sometimes cantankerous Jedi. I wonder if he's a relative of master Yoda?
Somewhere behind him R2D2 clicked that they're halfway to their destination: Dagobah.
R2D2: Everything is clear. No lurking danger on the way.
"Sounds great, R2. Keep your eyes open." The droid bleeped like it's annoyed.
The original plan wasn't Dagobah. He really wanted to bring his new apprentice back to Tatooine and at the same time visit old friends but when he saw the one who called him through the Force there was no doubt that he needed to bring the child to the swampy regions of his master's former home. The little one would have a blast with the plentiful food around the old hut, Luke sighed in relief. He and R2 were planning to make a quick stop to gather some supplies to one of the safe areas he knows but now it's been solved so he wouldn't have kittens by the number.
Besides, he's a terrible cook and he doesn't like cooking for himself a lot and he might give the little guy food poisoning.
Gods! That would not bode well for him as his teacher and guardian. Luke could just see how angry the Mandalorian would get if he learned his son got sick by his teacher's horrible cuisine. There goes your Jedi school, Luke.
He looked back at the sleeping child one more time. Apart from being exhausted the little one looked well fed (Again, note to himself: well fed, Luke). When they were preparing for hyperspace the boy asked him for some water then fell asleep immediately. He looked healthy attesting to the admirable paternal skills of the Mandalorian. Yes, Grogu would fare well in the abundance of amphibians that master Yoda was fond of hunting and eating for himself in Dagobah.
Luke doesn't like Dagobah in all honesty. He's always being attacked by leeches there and it's too humid!
Ah! The Jedi grimaced, I didn't bring any rubber boots!
DAGOBAH
Maybe 2nd Day (?)
R2D2: (SPEAKING IN DROID) What kind of person misplaces a small child? A careless one, that is! Please find him before it becomes news that a small green child is missing. We wouldn't want the father to come charging here and impale us with that vicious-looking spear of his.
Luke gave the droid an eye roll while removing his boots. "You're just being dramatic." Luke sat on a tree root and began rolling up his pants. "Aren't you going to help me?"
R2D2: Master Yoda said we have to be accountable for our mistakes.
"How is it a mistake to let him play outside?"
R2D2: You failed to comprehend the lesson he taught you. Are you sure you want to establish a Jedi school?
"What?" The Jedi was bewildered. "Of course I do!"
R2D2: And what would be the curriculum in that school? 'How to search for a missing child 101'?
"Fine! I will find him myself." Luke pointed to his walking boots. "Make yourself useful, R2. Keep watch over it. Don't let the animals take it." After two seconds of silence. "Some help you are." Gingerly the Jedi wadded into the greenish murky water stopping now and again to peek into some nook where a small boy that size could fit.
By and by R2 heard soft scuffling sounds behind him.
"Mweh?" a pair of big ears peered up at the droid.
R2D2: Ah, good. Have you finished eating?
"Da-cha! Wa-mumum?" and Grogu pointed at the unsuspecting Jedi.
R2D2: He said he would try to meditate.
"Eh?"
R2D2: I know. I don't understand it either. Come. Let me point out some other areas where you can find fresh oospore for your breakfast tomorrow.
"Da-cha! Ehm dja-dja. Djin oom wah." Came the cooing.
R2D2: Well of course! Your Mandalorian father knows what is good for you. You'll get colic if you eat too much oospore.
"Oos-po!"
R2D2: That is a good word to know. Good job!
About 3rd or 5th Day:
R2D2: What is the problem? Shouldn't you be teaching your padawan right now?
"I don't think Grogu's eating well."
R2D2: I told you to bring C3PO in this mission. He is good with kids and cooking.
"You are saying that I am not?"
R2D2: That is not what I said.
"Grogu and I should begin our meditation."
R2D2: Does the boy know what time you should begin the lesson?
Luke: *Crickets….*
About 6th to 8th day:
Lifting his bare feet Luke grimaced at the slimy greenish water swirling between his toes. At least there are no leeches this time, he thought, as he reached for a branch to steady himself.
Luke felt that since they got to Dagobah all he did was to find the child. He's always off on his own. He could sense the boy misses his father but he has no choice but to learn how to harness and improve his force skills if he doesn't want to be a burden to the Mandalorian.
Luke paused when he spied a small imprint up on the soft soil to his right. It's not from a random animal passing by. He had seen that footprint many times now outside the old hut of his former master.
Glad to have the reason to be out of the water he followed the patter of prints and it led him to a shelter of trees with trailing vines and leaves.
The Jedi stopped as he felt the force coming from it. Luke's brows met in confusion and he felt a little worried. Is Grogu hurt? Gods! I hope not!
R2D2's doom-filled vision of Grogu's Mandalorian father hunting him filled his head and he paled for a moment.
The Jedi beheld the huge twisted network of vines, branches and flora living in symbiotic harmony. With his aura masked, the teacher walked as quietly as he could hoping that his next step wouldn't betray his presence. He tried to look for a break in the vegetation as he walks around the 'tree'.
Peering through the cracks between the vines and branches he could see that someone is in there.
It's Grogu.
Luke moved to a better view where the light doesn't blind him with the glare and now he could better see what the boy is doing.
Grogu has mud up to his wrist. The boy goes to the edge of the water and scoop some of the soil to one side so it would drain the excess water. From the small mounds of soil along the small bank Luke could surmise that he has done this for some days now.
Grogu is now washing his hands off of mud and took a handful of soil from one of the mounds. Next, the boy levitated the soil and it turned and began to form a ball. But it didn't stay a ball because when the boy moved his hand it began to take another shape. Luke could feel the tremendous concentration the boy is using to maintain the shape he wanted to form.
Now the shape is becoming curved…like a bowl? No…it looked like a spoon? No…it's bigger and deeper and somewhat shaped like a curved leaf? Grogu slowly turned the clay this way and that shaping and forming the plug of clay.
Then it stopped moving.
Purring, Grogu took a deep breath then continued his work. He pulled the clay nearer and with his nail he began doing something to the surface of the finished piece.
Whatever Grogu was etching on that clay must have made him sad because Luke heard a sound as if the boy was crying. The waves of sadness coming from him made even the Jedi tear up. The finished piece rose up again and floated to the left to perhaps a deeper part of the enclave. Luke craned his neck hoping to see where it went.
The Jedi by now was so intrigued at what he saw that he needed to find out what his padawan had been keeping himself busy.
Slowly, the teacher inched along the liana covered shelter then stopped when he found another gap that was about as high from his feet up to his belt. He crouched down and peered.
An obviously tired Grogu was sitting on the sparse moss. The boy then began talking like he is having a conversation with someone. Luke jerked in shock. Is someone there with him?
The thought made the Jedi scared. Who was that? The Jedi was sure that apart from him and Grogu they were the only people who have been on the planet and in his region. I hope they didn't find us…!
As Luke moved, another gap in the tree allowed him to see 'who' the boy was talking to. He froze.
The boy had gotten up and shuffled towards a pair of boots made of clay.
Luke's jaw had dropped further as his eyes traveled up from the boots to a pair of legs, a torso with armor, a pair of arms with weaponry and the last piece that Grogu made is now on the right shoulder and a helmet for a head.
Luke realized he is looking at the Mandalorian.
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