Author's Note: I've added a couple interludes titled "Susan's Faces", about Susan's lives as mortals. You don't have to read them if your familiar with my "Paradox Unleashed" series. As it's just me combining unpopular stories.
• 16 year old Timmy:
Black, pink, chains, and piercings. That's how Timmy was dressed. He didn't wear makeup, because Wanda didn't approve, and Timmy respected her... and thankfully Cosmo did argue, for the boy to be allowed, to get his various piercings. Just not those African ear hole things.
Timmy tried to be a good godson... even if that meant he was more of a "Poser" then a "Real Goth". But Timmy didn't really care about that.
"You always waste these," Susan had shaken her head... before dropping a bomb shell.
That was a week ago, when Timmy was wondering what to wish for. Looking down at his newest Anniversary Muffin. Timmy tried to remember Susan's advice.
Take small bites, Endure the nasty taste, don't try to rush through it. Each tiny nibble, of this nasty nasty muffin, will give him a rule free wish... so long as he can resist puking.
Timmy gulped, then bit off the tiniest bite he could. Immediately spasming from the grotesque flavor. But he endured.
He wished his entire town. Was a natural part of Susan's universe. Living as a small colony, on their own planet... and that no one questioned it.
Then, he wished the whole Town, had all his favorite anime powers...
Followed by letting Jorgen enter their new universe. As Royal fae needed an invention to enter a dimension.
Next, Timmy wished his people just discovered space travel... by becoming aware of an Anthropologist team, from the Terran Empire. Which Susan told Timmy about. According to Susan, the Empire wouldn't actually give them space travel, or technology of any kind, but now that the planet was aware of them... The Empire would take an active role in guiding them. Timmy made sure of that, by wishing they followed the protocol Susan mentioned.
Finally, Timmy wished Susan knew about the planet.
(Sequel/Spin-off: to my Story, "Paradox Unleashed: Revan's Apprentice". Although all you really need to know is Revan time traveled to Anakin's Childhood, and trained him as a Grey Jedi.)
(Author's Note: taken from google definitions.)
"This is the Way," Mandalorian Code.
• Loyalty and solidarity: Mandalorians are expected to help each other and keep their word, even if it means risking their lives.
• Protecting foundlings: Mandalorians are required to care for foundlings until they are reunited with their own people or come of age. Saving a foundling is considered the highest honor of the Creed.
• Never taking off the helmet: Foundlings who swear the Creed are given a helmet that they never remove in the presence of other living beings.
• Respecting ancient teachings: The Creed includes a lesson that says "one does not speak unless one knows".
• Humble repentance.
• Swearing to protect Mandalorian youths.
• Protecting loved ones.
"This is The Way," The Mandalorians recited, as tradition dictates... once Grogu finished reciting the Creed.
With a proud heart, Din watched as the boy placed on his helmet. Never to show his face to another soul, again. Despite this, Din could feel the boy smile.
Once the Blacksmith dismissed the child. Grogu rushed over to Din.
"Dad!!!" Grogu bounced. His tiny body, perhaps the smallest of any species, vibrating ecstatically. "Dad!!! Dad!!! DAD!!! Did ya see!!! I finally got my helmet!!!"
The other Mandalorians chuckled. Just because the boy took the oath, didn't mean he fully understood it. Foundlings don't suddenly become stoic Mandalorians, after one Ceremony. This is when the child's training will take a step up. But no one expects a child to restrain themselves, after their first "Right of Passage" Ceremony.
"This is totally WIZARD!!!" the boy insisted.
The Blacksmith walked over to the pair, as the boy hopped about his adoptive father. "Do you plan to return to the Jedi?" She asked of Din.
"It will probably be best, if we spend some time with the clan." Din eased her concerns. "These Grey Jedi, understand family takes priority, even to their order. They don't try to separate families. And actually encourage Grogu, to put The Way above their Code. His tutors will understand, I want the boy to spend the next decade or so, devoting himself to The Old Teachings."
Grogu, perhaps realizing this conversation, was going to consist of "Boring Grownup Talk", ran over to the "Older" Mandalorians. Showing off his helmet, and receiving much praise for it... They were all in their 90s, but had been found, roughly around the same time. They grew up together... with Grogu having to watch, as his friends turned into old men... while he stayed a child...
Grogu's race lived for over 900 years. So, despite being 94, he was closer to a "9 and a half" year old... if he rounded up a little.
Din was actually 127, and feared he'd die before his child hit puberty.
The Blacksmith watched Grogu, patiently. The boy was easily their oldest Foundling, due to how slowly he aged, but there remained an innocence about him.
She sighed. When Grogu first joined their clan... he had been the equivalent of 5 years old... he should have been talking. But he was so tiny, The Blacksmith hadn't thought about it.
It wasn't 'til years later. When they realized the reason he wasn't talking... was because he was too traumatized to speak. Watching everyone he knew be killed, even if Revan was able to save most of the children... the sight stole the boy's voice away.
The clan had dealt with such trauma before. After all, most foundlings that joined the Mandalorians, were orphaned in tragic ways... they just hadn't realized they should be treating the boy for that. not until they met Yoda, who expressed shock "The chatter box" wasn't talking.
It was a great shame, to the Mandalorians, that Grogu hadn't been receiving the treatment he needed. The Child was just the first of his race their clan had adopted. So they knew little of his needs.
Thankfully, Yoda filled them in. And even given them some data files on his people's biology, and thought process. It wasn't THAT different then humans. Other then requiring more food, and maturing far slower.
While the Blacksmith was initially ashamed, she didn't let the boy Swear the Creed... just because he couldn't talk. After all, there had been legitimately mute Mandalorians whom followed The Way. She ultimately realized it was the right decision. Given the maturity of his people, at his age. The equivalent of a 5 year old, had been too young, to expect a child to have the level of discipline needed, to follow The Way.
The Foundling was a chatter box again... and while not very Mandalorian. The Blacksmith advised Din to encourage that. Given the boy's situation. So long as the boy didn't speak of things he didn't know. The entire clan urged him to talk as much as he liked. And any missteps could be cured with a single slap to his rear.
Unfortunately the boy had gone through a phase of outright lying. Which the clan had cured, with proper hidings to his bare backside.
The Boy hadn't told any lies for 3 years. With what convinced The Blacksmith, to let him take the Vow, was when the boy confessed to "a crime", without being prompted... something she legitimately didn't know about.
It was a relatively simple offense. Grogu had stolen food from the emergency supplies. He likely would have gotten away with it. As the clan thought rodents had gotten into the food.
When that was pointed out. That he legitimately got away with it. The boy merely said, "That makes it worse."
He had shown a level of maturity and dignity, even if he was crying as he fessed up. So The Blacksmith sent him to bed without dinner, hardly a punishment considering he'd already eaten. But it was enough to help him feel punished, and thereby absolved of "his crime".
Then she immediately tracked down the boy's adoptive father. Telling Din his ward was finally ready to swear the Creed.
Now, at long last, their oldest Foundling had taken his first step, onto the road of adulthood. He was ready for greater responsibility... and more intense training. He was a true Mandalorian.
Vader, he kept the name even after rejoining the light... like how Su'Whoo insisted his name was "Revan". The name had its uses... but most importantly, it was a mark of shame.
Revan had left the order some years ago... supposedly gone off to die, due too old age... But Vader didn't feel him move into the force... although he sensed his death... he wondered what that meant.
"Father!" Luke yelped. An old man now. In fact, the only reason Vader was still alive... was because he was more machine then man.
His old Son... appeared to be spying on Ben and Ray.
Vader just mechanically wheezed, for a long moment. "My Son... Must you be so overprotective?"
"That's my nephew and Padawan out there!" Luke hissed. "ON A DATE!!!" he spoke as if it was a scandal.
Vader shook his head. Well Revanist were encouraged to form attachments, even marry... Luke had driven off all Ben's potential suitors. Believing none where worthy of his favorite nephew.
The humanoids of Naboo, had a female dominant society. And Luke had been raised with their reverse Gender Norms. That meant, among other things, it was the girls chasing the boys. And having to prove their intentions were honorable.
Leia, Luke's sister, was even more iron handed, with Ben, then Luke. Actually approving, as her twin chased off potential suitors.
Unfortunately, Luke now faced a dilemma. His new Padawan, a powerful force sensitive, the Order hadn't seen, since the likes of Revan... Luke couldn't very well chase off his own Padawan... and if anyone was worthy of adding to the Skywalker family... it was Rey...
But Luke and Leia were both ancy. Not liking Ben found a girl.
• Back with Grogu:
Grogu was, BURSTING. But managed to hold off on actually exploding. Until he was alone... or until the adults thought he was.
"I HAVE MY HELMET!!!" Grogu shrieked into his room. getting his pet to jump.
It was a purple turtle... or so the world thought. At the boy's excitement, it burst into light and smoke. To reveal a Latino fairy.
"That's amazing!!!" Juandissimo Magnifico cheered, happy for his god child. "I'm so proud of you, Mi hijo. This is another important step, on the road to adulthood!" He flexed. Ripping apart his shirt, to reveal hunky muscles. Only for a shirt to reappear.
"Indeed," Grogu jumped, hearing that voice. While it was kind, and patient... it still made him nervous.
"REVAN!!!" Grogu yelped. Then relaxed, seeing Revan was wearing his 'Susan' face.
Few in the order understood this... but Revan was really a "Royal fae", named "Susan". They had been an echo of her soul, which she reabsorbed, after he died. Now Revan was one of many personalities, in her head. Although he could take over, whenever he wanted... like now.
The kind woman suddenly burst into flames. And now Revan stood there. "I'd like to handle this, guys." He smiled at People Grogu couldn't see.
The boy stood a little straighter. As the tall man knelt down... although still looked down on the tiny Grogu. He was one of the few children, actually shorter then his fairy. He only came up to Juandissimo's waist.
"We have a gift for you." Revan smiled, holding out his hand... to reveal... a Muffin? "Every bite of this muffin, gives you a completely rule free wish."
Grogu's eyes buggered out of his head. "REALLY!!! Rule, FREE!!!" the boy exclaimed every other word.
"Yep," Revan chuckled. "It's an extra special reward. For taking such a big step towards adulthood. Anything you want. Knowledge, super powers, transformations. All you can use as much as you like. Even if you wanna use them to aid you on test."
The boy awed, "You'd help me cheat at sports!"
"No, these wishes will be a permanent part of you. It wouldn't be cheating, but natural talent."
The boy gulped, hesitantly taking the muffin. Then looked back at Revan. The child wore a serious expression. "Is this another test?"
Revan smiled, the boy had been playing this game long enough. "No, this is an honest to goodness, no strings attached, reward. I swear on the Force. It's supposed to help you prepare for a good life. When you grow up."
Grogu looked thoughtful, "So don't waste it on stupid things..." he was smart.
He hesitantly put the muffin into his food processor. Which cut it up and turned it into tiny bites. So he didn't have to take off his new helmet. Careful to be mindful of "The Way". Swallowing a tiny bit of the muffin, he gagged at the awful taste. Nearly throwing up in his helmet.
After he got control of himself. "I wish I knew everything there was about the Force."
Revan's eyes widened, as the boy's eyes sparkled with knowledge. The boy gasped, probably only expecting to learn force techniques, but instead learning the secrets of the universe.
The boy swayed, shaking his head, "I... See... Everything..." he whispered. Gaining Time Lord level awareness and knowledge.
He now knew, how to create every magical craft and ritual. Knew every spell and force technique, although he'd have to practice to actually use them.
"You still have a lot of Muffin left." Revan encouraged.
Grogu gulped, "What could I even ask for, after that?" he awed.
"Perhaps the ability to use some of the powers?" Revan smiled.
Grogu blushed. Just because he understood how "Magic" worked, didn't mean he could use it.
He took another small bite, if only because all bites were tiny, with the helmet. It accidentally forced him to endure the worst of the muffin. Too get as many wishes as possible out of it.
He gave himself Ki powers, skill and muscle memory for all magical spells (of every style of magic), talent for making magical crafts, the ability to use all "Naruto" Bloodline traits, "Respawning Powers", a healing factor, Biotics, Spirit Gun / Shot Gun powers, Spirit Sword, and All Avatar bending techniques.
Then wishing all Mandalorians, in the whole universe, gained all these powers. With all adult Mandalorian Force sensitives, becoming aware of how to create all magical crafts, and give all these powers through a single ritual... given after the child swore The Creed.
And most importantly... Grogu wished no one questioned any of this. Not changing reality, but changing people's perception. So everyone thought Mandalorians always had these powers and knowledge. And never make the connection they didn't... even the Mandalorians.
All the souls inside Susan, where truly impressed by the Boy's thinking. He really was a practical Mandalorian. When the Muffin was done, being nibbled into nothing. The boy must have gotten over a dozen wishes out of it.