Prompt:

Not a Request ♥︎

Part 1!

She/Her❥

3rd POV
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                'Tatooine... Tatooine.'

                 The planet name kept circling in the man's skull. Apparently, more of his kind may linger on the sand planet. Mandalorians once feared far and wide are now just a whisper. Almost as forgotten as the illusive Jedi Knights of the Republic.

                  He landed the ship in a familiar docking port. He needed to find the Mandalorians that shared his religion... he had to. There was only women he could trust to give him the exact location of Mos Pelgo...

1st POV
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"Hey, Marshal!" the familiar voice of Cobb Vanth struck up from behind me, "Can I talk to you for a moment."

I whipped around and nodded, looking at his concerned face from underneath my helmet, "How can I help you, my friend?" I questioned, falling into step with him as he began to confide in me.

                "I know I've asked you close to a hundred times now, but when are you going to start acting like the town's Marshal, and kill that Krayt Dragon? Mos Pelgo is relying on you," the grey-haired man pleaded, "I'm relying on you."

                 I stopped walking and sighed, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder, "Cobb, you know why I haven't killed that beast yet. I don't have the weaponry nor the numbers, and frankly I just don't care," I smiled sarcastically from underneath my helmet at the man, "You guys elected me into this role just based on my past and appearance alone. You didn't take into account that I have no allegiance to Mos Pelgo or it's people."

"I heard great things about your kind," the man began; an angry edge to his voice, "Obviously the rumors are false."

                  "The Mandalorian hold no allegiance to anyone but ourselves," I snapped, "And not to mention you're wearing Beskar and bringing shame to the Mandalorian that once wore that. It's sickening, Cobb."

"You haven't shown much interest in it before now," the older man snapped, stepping in front of me as I began to walk away, "You're just using this as an excuse to not go after that Dragon!"

Snatching my gun off my belt, I held it tightly and pointed it in his face, "You should show more respect to someone who has a gun. Get out of my sight— I don't wanna see you for a while."

                     Cobb's lips tightened as if he was holding back a smart remark, but quickly headed into the saloon for a drink, shaking his head in annoyance. Smart man, he knew he didn't have the right to question my authority although he often tries.

                    Sighing, I placed my weapon back on my belt, and began heading towards my small hut on the outskirts of town. It was dangerous to live this far away from the group because of the Dragon, but I honestly don't care. I'm planning on leaving soon anyways, and giving Cobb my title as Marshal. He's much more equipped anyways by caring about these people.

As I opened the door to my shack, I sighed and sat down on my cot, meditating on what I should do now. I don't have the means to get off this sandy rock, yet I want more than anything to just leave without a word. I was only here because of a favor I owed an old friend. But Cobb was all used up on favors, and I am used up on my time here.

Time passed by slowly... the two suns moved across the sky endlessly, yet I had no willingness to stand and fulfill my duty as 'Marshal' of this sad sad town,

"Mando!" a new voice, one belonging to a child, shouted, poking her head into my shack, "You're gonna wanna see this!"

Standing up, I followed the kid back into town with little words exchanged. Beside the bar, a speeder laid; empty, "What's this?" I asked, shooing the kid off to her mother, "A stranger?"

Waltzing inside, I almost dropped to the ground in surprise, "Well well well," I smirked, gaining both men's attentions, "What's your business here, Mandalorian!"

"Are you a real Mandalorian?" the man from underneath the armor questioned, slowly lowering his gun from Cobb's chest, who had mistakenly shown his face to a member of the Creed.

"Depends on what you'd define as a real Mandalorian," I commented, motioning for him to sit down, "I was shunned out of Mandalore for my harsh and ruthless tendencies. Even as a Mandalorian I was too bloodthirsty. An outsider..."

                    "Death Watch?" the Mando asked, lowering his guard.

                    "Aye," I nodded, pointing to my shoulder blade, where a large jagged 'W' sat. I lowered myself into the seat beside him, "I've never met anyone as powerful as the Death Watch. But even among them I posed too much of a threat and I was banished. You have a creed?"

                     The other Mandalorian nodded and motioned towards a small moving blob on the floor; a baby, "I'm bound to this Foundling. I must bring him to his kind."

                     "What is he?" I asked while watching the child chew on a copper pot that was located near a bar stool, "Where did you find him?"

The Mandalorian's glance fell to the Foundling as if in admiration over the young kid, "He is 50 years old," he began, crossing his legs, "He was a bounty. I couldn't bring myself to give the kid to the Empire. What kind of person would I be if I did that to him?"

I patted the man's shoulder and nodded in understanding, "I abandoned the life of Bounty Hunting over something similar to that as well. We may be killers, but we're human. Children are off limits."

Mando nodded and stood up, "I came here looking for more of my people to help me locate the kid's kind. Would you happen to know anything about the Jedi?"

I gulped and nodded; all the memories of the Siege coming back, "Those bastards... is the kid one?"

                    "From what I can tell," he confirmed, catching the kid's attention, "He can move objects with his mind. I've never seen anything like it."

                      "You got a ship?" I asked, earning the attention of Cobb, "I know where a Jedi is, but she's nowhere near Tatooine. I'll need off this rock."

                        Cobb stood up beside the Mando and growled, "Your duty is to Mos Pelgo! I won't let you abandon us like this, especially in our time of need."

                         The other Mandalorian grabbed Cobb by his shirt and forced him into his seat, "Threaten her and you threaten me. She's coming with me."

                         I smirked from underneath my helmet, "You're the new Marshal, Cobb. You're passionate about this place. You have a love for these people that I could never have. You can kill the Krayt Dragon without me. You'll just have to look for an alliance somewhere you won't like."

                  "But I'm nothing like you!" Cobb said in a weak statement, struggling out of the male Mandalorian's grip, "I will get everyone killed."

                    "This is the way," I mumbled, earning a nod from my Mandalorian accompaniment.

Cobb growled and lunged at me; laying a punch in my side where my armor didn't cover. Flinching slightly from the uncovered blow, I grabbed his wrist and twisted it around his side, pinning him to the table, "Stand down, Marshal. It's not worth a broken arm."

                   "Get out of here, Mando!" Cobb spat, getting a glob of saliva on my visor, "You come back and I will kill you! I swear I will kill you!"

"I'd like to see you try," I mumbled and tossed him from my grip, slowly regaining my composure and turning to the other Mandalorian, "Sorry about him," I apologized, "He has a weird fantasy that I somehow have an allegiance to this place."

The male Mandalorian didn't respond. He just nodded and motioned for me to follow him outside. He scooped his child up as he was leaving; the green baby cooing and gobbling as he curled up into his alleged father's arms.

"What is that thing exactly?" I asked as the baby's large black orbs focused on me, "I've traveled the galaxy all my life and I've never seen anything quite like it."

                      "I'm in the same boat as you," the man commented, placing his bundle in a bag on the side of his speeder, "All I know is he's a Jedi. But on a different note, we need to take that armor from him," Mando whispered, motioning towards a very angry Cobb, who was beginning to watch us work our way onto the speeder, "It isn't his."

                         I softly agreed, slipping onto the speeder as the male Mandalorian did; my arms sliding around his thick waist. It reminded me of hugging a tree on Endor,

                         "I believe the armor belongs to the great Jango Fett, passed on to Boba Fett; his son. I ran into a Trandoshan a few years back that talked about the abilities of a Mandalorian in beat up green armor. His bounty hunting skills were to be desired," I answered loudly as the speeder started up and sped away, "What do you think we should do?"

                      "First, we get the kid to his kind, then we get the armor," Mando yelled back, "He's first priority."

                        "Even over the creed?" I questioned, looking down at the green creature in confusion.

                         The male Mandalorian nodded sharply with certain, picking up speed, "Even over the creed."

                        "This is the way," I whispered softly, not feeling overly good about abandoning the creed in such a way for a rogue Mandalorian and an unknown creature. But alas, I too am a rouge Mandalorian. We must stick together in the name of our Mandalore; our home.

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                       We continued to fly down the sands of Tatooine without sharing another word. I was too busy in thought to even worry about trying to strike up another useless conversation about our past or whatnot. Just like a snap of fingers, I was drug out of my thoughts by my Mandalorian accompaniment crashing abruptly; the three of us flying off into different directions.

                     I kicked in the air roughly; my jet pack activating. My hands immediately snapped to my belt, and eyes trying to absorb what the hell just happened. Bandit attack! How didn't we see them?

                    On one side, Mando was getting harassed by multiple punches and kicks, while on the other side of the canyon, the little child was lying motionless; one of the bandits heading straight towards him with an unsheathed knife.

Without a second thought, I sped off in the direction of the Child. Right as the masked bandit was about to plunge his sharpened blade into the dazed child, his knife only hit Beskar. I had absorbed the attack in his place.

Scooping the young child into my arms, I fended off the intruder using only my gadgets on my suit; flamethrower and of course, punches made of Beskar. The male Mandalorian was doing fine on his own, seemingly fighting even better now that he saw the Child was okay.

After what seemed like an eternity, I landed the perfect punch, and the bandit fell to the desert floor; finally succumbing to his wounds.

                    The other Mandalorian had finished his side as well, and rushed over, gathering his child into his arms, "Thank you."

                     "No need to thank me," I replied, stroking the small creatures ear, "It seems he still has a bounty on his head, hm?" I hummed, watching sadly as the speeder we once rode burst into flames.

                     Mando nodded, his gaze catching mine, "That's why I must get him to the Jedi. They're the only ones who can truly protect him, at least from bounty hunters. I can only do so much."

                      "We can only do so much," I corrected, laying a hand on his shoulder, "We are together in this. I'm not just another companion in your long journey. Our relationship runs deeper. I promise you this Child will return safely to the Jedi," I leaned my helmet against his, which he graciously accepted; showing the true vulnerability of the Mandalorian, "We must go to Corvus. An old friend of mine resides there..."

                       "We will do what we must," the male Mandalorian nodded, slowly removing his forehead from mine, "We should get a move on. The suns are beginning to set."

December 14th, 2020