PADAWAN
Din Djarin: bounty hunter, father, Mand'alor and...Force wielder? This man needs help and who better to help him but Ahsoka Tano.
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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 : If you want to imagine what Yuno, Din's attendant would look like I might have gotten the idea from Season 2 Episode 15-The Believer. There was a kid on the side of the road.
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CHAPTER 15
HOW TO TRAIN A MAND'ALOR
Part 9
The Conversation
From Chapter 14:
Ahsoka placed her palm once more on the Mandalorian's chest, noting absentmindedly with a small smile that Din's fuzzy chest hair is light brown on a light tan skin. Composing herself, she went through the steps of connecting with Din's psyche….
Ahsoka got up from Din's side and stood there for some time. Her chest heaving, her mind in turmoil…. she closed her eyes as goosebumps swelled from her arms and at the back of her head.
She had never encountered that kind of fear before. Never.
What does she do now? Being helpless, of not having anyone to talk to…of another Jedi to talk to…
Another Jedi….?
-o-0-o-
Each of Din's senses woke sluggishly and he took a nice deep breath while he enjoyed a little stretch in the bed. Eyes closed and still heavy with sleep, he turned to his side hand sliding on the clean bedspread. It felt good to savor the wonderful feel of smooth cotton sheets on his body and on his face….
But it was enough to make him snap his eyes open and he bolted upright; breathing fast. Damn it! Not again! He lowered the blaster after he recognized the room. That's right, this is Calodan, he thought, scratching his head with a sigh. Din scooted up and leaned back to the headboard, hands over his head as his eyes wander around the cottage. But he sensed something different about…
The man was stumped as he flipped the bed cover away and looked down at himself. From the waist down he was only wearing a pair of loose white pants! What the…?! Who the hell changed me?
The confused Mandalorian scrambled to get out of bed quickly to look for his helmet before anyone knocks on the door. At this time Yuno would be coming over to bring his breakfast.
Turning around the large room, Din's frown became a glower as he couldn't spot his helmet among his weapons and equipment on the narrow table beside the bed.
Heart beating like a trip hammer, a quick dash in the bath for the missing head gear proved the same result. It's neither on the credenza nor on the small table beside the bathtub. Yuno knew he should not ever touch his helmet; Din's chest heave with anxiety. Nothing! Haar'chak!
Across the bathroom mirror, it reflected a bare-chested man with bed ruffled hair that looked like he would like to tear the whole place upside down.
"Din Djarin! Come out here!"
His reflection in the mirror swiveled sharply at the voice. Who…? Din grabbed one of his clean tunics from the credenza. The warrior quickly donned the garment leaving the shirt open in his haste.
Since coming to Calodan Din told himself he would take the time to relax and appreciate the simple things such as the novelty of having a roof over his head and not the view of wires, tubes and conduits snaking all over the ceiling, of people stopping him in the streets with a smile to talk to him, and that nothing beats the smell of sun-dried clothes.
Grabbing the blaster from the table, he cautiously poked his head out of the door. Weapon held out, like a cat barely making a sound on the tiled floor, Din went to the weapons table and hurriedly slid on his vambraces. No time to don his complete armor. A flick of a few buttons tightened the vambrace on his arms feeling relief of the familiar weaponry in his hands. He picked up the blaster from the bed again and released the safety.
Flattening himself beside the door, he turned the lock….and yanked the jamb open.
-o-0-o-
Calodan Town Hall:
Ahsoka took a deep breath as she sat on the coms console and typed the call coordinates. The machine showed her the progress of her call with low beeps. After less than one minute the machine flashed the 'call connected' signal and the video opened.
"Ahsoka," the woman from the other side of the screen smiled. "this is a surprise."
"Thank you for taking my call." Ahsoka nodded.
"You wouldn't be calling if this isn't important. I know you." The woman leaned back in the chair. "What is this about?"
Ahsoka had to smile at the typical directness of her friend. She has never changed. "I have some questions. It's about the Mandalorian you sent to me a few months ago."
"Din Djarin?" the woman asked, "What about?"
"Did he find the Jedi?"
"Yes, he did." The woman sat back and crossed her arms.
"That is good news." Ahsoka suddenly had a feeling that she is treading on slightly serious ground. She must be careful. The Togruta trained her face not to betray anything. "I am still trying to find Thrawn and I would be thankful if you could give me the name of the Jedi who took the little boy."
-o-0-o-
Blaster held straight out, Din Djarin charged into the living room. The weapon zeroed in at a man standing by one of the low couches.
"Who are you?" Din frowned. The dark man looked quite calm; not many people could sport a smirk while a blaster pistol is trained in the middle of their face.
"I didn't think you'd already forget the conversation we had before this." Arms akimbo, the dark man stood feet apart looking relaxed.
The familiarity of the voice was enough for the blaster to lower away from the bull's eye of the intruder's face. "Who are you?" Din asked much slower this time.
"Let me see if you remember," the dark man gathered his tan colored robes around him and made himself comfortable in the couch.
Din inclined his head at the flash of image in his head. "But…that was on Tython…"
The man smiled wide, "Yes, good! What else?"
"Wait," Din eased up towards the window and dragged the curtain close, "how are you here?"
"I can be where I want to be." The man politely waved a hand to the couch opposite him. "I need to talk to you."
"About?" Din left the window, keeping the blaster out.
"The boy," this time an index finger ordered Din to sit with no uncertain terms. "Yes, your son."
"What's wrong with him?" The warrior went around the furniture but remained standing. "Is he in danger?"
"No."
Din sighed in relief. "Then what do you need?" he slowly took a seat opposite his guest.
"Don't you remember? I told you I need you to train hard and get to know how to use the force until you surpass me."
The Mandalorian glanced at a familiar metal handle hanging on the man's side. "You were a Jedi." The man nodded at Din. "But…" Din gestured uncertainly at the man.
"Yes, I am dead."
"I do not see how a dead person no matter how powerful could help train me."
The Jedi raised a brow, "How did you think you pulled off that feat with the Force Push?"
"Okay. It did save my life." Din placed the blaster on the couch beside him. He looked at the window estimating the time wondering why Yuno has not come around.
The Jedi smirked, noting the man's glance outside. "Ah…Yuno cannot enter this place."
It got the Mandalorian wide-eyed. "Wait." Din sat tensely at the edge of the couch. "Am I dead?"
The Jedi laughed, "You know, Ahsoka was right about you. You're fast. As fast as someone I used to know." The laughter died in the Jedi's eyes.
"Was that someone connected to both of you?"
The man chuckled. "You say that to Ahsoka and you're going to scare the hell out of her."
"It's not hard to deduce;' Din shrugged, "you're both evasive in your statements."
"Kid, you're mind reading me without knowing it."
"Tell me why you want me to train and surpass you?"
"Because if you want to leave a safe future for your child then you need to make sure you can die without worry."
"What kind of danger are we talking about?" Then Din held out a hand. "One more thing: who the hell are you?"
-o-0-o-
After the call was finished the woman stayed in front of the screen, lost in recalling the conversation she had with Ahsoka Tano. "Hm. That was interesting."
"What was that about?" asked a masculine voice from the door.
The woman grabbed her helmet from the top of the console, "An old friend…" The Mandalorian female raised her green eyes to the other woman sitting at another console to her left. "Find any activity on Corvus in the last week or so." She turned the visor of her blue helmet toward her, running her gloved fingers over its top, following the lines and circles painted on the white and blue headgear. "I have a strong feeling we have found what we've been looking for."
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A/N:
Haar'chak - "Damn it!"