PADAWAN
Din Djarin was not only a bounty hunter, father, Mand'alor but he is now a Force wielder. Caught in a crossroad, he went back to Calodan where someone could help him: the Jedi Ahsoka Tano.
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A/N: I love the story of Din Djarin and Grogu. Also I am writing this because of the force of my inspiration Pedro Pascal and not for monetary gain. I have spoken. This is the way!
CHAPTER 2
LIKE SON…
Din Djarin's attention fell on the sight of the Seeing Stone hill as it passed his view for a moment, then it receded to a pinprick, which got lost in the clouds quickly until he could see the entire planet from space. When the ship got free of the planetary gravity the hyperdrive kicked in and Tython was also gone from his view.
He stood there where Boba Fett left him after almost dragging him down from that mount. Actually, the older man grabbed hold of his cowl and marched him without any resistance. Not until Fett flicked the ramp up and closed the hold did he let go of the Mandalorian. Then grumbling under his breath the scarred man climbed the cockpit and fired the engine.
Din Djarin stood like a deflated balloon. If not for the beskar spear Shand thrust in his hand his feet might not have the strength to hold him up. If he was even mildly aware of his surroundings he would be thankful that all she did was look at him closely then followed Fett up the cockpit.
Din was all but deaf to the hissed whispers from Shand and Fett and the occasional glance they threw down his way once the ship went to hyperspace.
When the ship suddenly lurched Din grabbed the beskar spear with his other hand. It was then he noticed how his right hand was beginning to cramp and loosened his hold of the spear; he looked at it up and down as if he just saw the weapon for the first time.
"What's he doing now?" Fett flicked some switches to monitor the hyper drive and switched off the manual drive.
Shand turned just as the Mandalorian put the spear at a holder on the wall and entered the privy. "He seemed to be coming around."
Fett grunted. "Good."
Fennec braced her foot on a console and leaned back with a tired sigh. "Care to tell me what happened after I left?"
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Privy-
Din sighed as he took off his helmet and set it on the peg above the sink. It's a good thing that it was a standard design for every Mandalorian ship or craft. No one wanted any splash of water on their helmet especially on beskar since water mark is troublesome to shine off on the metal. The vambrace and his gloves could be removed together with a flick of a switch and he slid them off and set them up on the deep shelf near the helmet.
From a pocket in his munitions belt he took out the second item that was left from his wrecked ship; the only thing that meant more to him now more than ever.
He rolled the metal ball in his fingers and the mirror reflected the small smile on his face as he remembered how many times him and Grogu argued about this thing.
It's not a toy.
Give it back, kid!
Hey, what did I say about playing with that?
Eat first, play later, okay?
Suddenly, the ship jolted hard. Din raised a bracing hand to the wall but he lost his hold on the ball. It fell on the metal floor with a loud sound. With unsteady feet he bent down as the ship began shaking next. The small metal ball rolled around for a few circles on the floor; clock-wise, counter clock-wise. The Mandalorian sighed in irritation when the ship steadied and the shaking stopped. Din bent down again but then the floor tilted.
To his horror it began rolling to the open drain….
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Cockpit—
"What the hell's that?" Fennec was suddenly alert from an interrupted nap after she almost landed on her ass.
Fett cursed, "It's the engine again." The man flipped the switch back to manual. Then he checked the board. "There. One of the coils."
Fennec raised a brow. "So are we still alive?"
Fett gave a grunt, a sign he's amused. "Not if I don't get a replacement."
"How far?" Shand resettled herself on the seat.
Fett checked the map, tapping the coordinates. "Not far. Just a few parsecs away."
"You want to tell him?" Fennec nodded down to the hold.
Fett paused and looked to his left. "You go do it."
Shand stared at Fett for a few seconds. "You are both acting weird right now."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about." She raised both brows now. "When I come back you better have an answer."
Fett frowned at Fennec's back. What will he say? Ah, it was nothing. I think I just saw a ghost up on the hill?! The man cursed loudly.
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Privy-
NO!
To his abject horror the metal ball began rolling toward the open drain.
Dank Fa…! Din slumped down on the floor, jaw open. A shaking hand extended toward the…floating ball.
His throat worked on gulping his fear aside. The sound of his rapid heartbeat seemed to echo inside the cramped room and in his head.
The ball raced to his cold open hand when he pulled it back. The beskar sphere hit the palm with a thud.
Just like Grogu…
"So that's how it felt."
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