Sar'ika sighs to herself as she cleans her blaster, her father doing the same across the room, both of them clad in armor having just come back from hunting a bounty.
Sar'ika has a small build, but don't let that fool you as she can easily take down any person five times her size. She got her father's dark hair, which is usually in a style similar to her mother's, a half-up-half-down knot.
With her father's intimidating persona and her mother's intense gaze any bounty that crosses her will usually cower with just a look.
She has green eyes, like her grandfather, and a pale complexion from the amount of time she spends either indoors or hidden under her armor. She gets her wit and snark from her mother, sarcasm and short fuse from her father along with her stubbornness and blaster skills from her aunt and uncle.
Din looks up when he hears her sigh, "What's wrong, ad'ika?"
She looks up, meeting the concerned brown eyes of her father, she shakes her head and goes back to the blaster in front of her.
"Sar'ika."
"I'm fine, Dad."
He places his blaster down and walks over to her, sitting himself onto the arm of the chair she occupies, "Princess Sar'ika Djarin-"
"Stop calling me that."
"What is wrong?"
"It's just," She sighs and rests her head on his armoured shoulder, "I miss Mum, and Uncle Luke, I miss everyone."
He sighs and places a kiss on her head, "I miss them too."
There's a loud knock on the door and they both jump up, using the Force Sar'ika grabs her father's helmet and passes it over to him.
The pair grab their blasters and creep towards the door flinching as there is another knock. Din nods, gesturing for her to open it as he grabs his blaster.
The door opens and the man on the other side let's put a startled yelp as two blasters face him.
"Djarin!" He yells shielding his face with his arm.
Din pushes her behind him as he holds his blaster out, "Who are you?"
"I was sent here by General Leia Organa!" He yells peeking through his arm, "She needs your help."
Sar'ika steps out, blaster high, "Who are you?"
The man remains silent as he uncovers his head checking for any blasters pointing his way, "State your name." She orders.
"Dameron. Commander Poe Dameron, of the resistance."
"That's still a thing?" Din asks.
Sar'ika sighs as she steps out, she looks either way before grabbing his arm and pulling him in the small cottage. She goes to close the door only for a small BB unit to squeeze in.
Din trains his blaster on the droid and Sar'ika rolls her eyes, "Relax, buir, it's a BB unit, they're cute."
"I know." He keeps the blaster fixed on the orange droid and Poe runs in front of it.
"Hey, hey, hey, buddy. I didn't just some in here outing guns at your friends."
Din rolls his eyes and Sar'ika places a hand on his arm to lower the blaster, "Excuse him," She says glaring at her father before she crouches before the droid, "He's just judge-y. Well hello there, and who might you be?"
The droid beeps up at her happily and she smiles, "Well, BB-8, I'm Sar'ika, nice to meet you." She frowns and reaches for his antenna, "Your antenna is bent." She says as she places it back in place.
She gets to her feet and looks to the Commander, she extends her hand and he wraps his larger one around it giving it a firm shake, "So, Commander..."
"Dameron, Poe Dameron, Miss. Djarin."
"Don't call me that."
"Okay." He lets his hand fall back to his side and purses his lips.
"What can we do for you?"
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"No."
"Please, just think about it, Djarin."
Crossing her arms over her chest she shakes her head, "No." Poe sighs following after her as BB-8 and Din watch from one side of the room, "You can leave now."
"Your mother fought alongside my parents in the rebellion, they looked up to her, they fought under her and respected her. Kit Kenobi was the best damn pilot the rebellion had."
Sar'ika stops and sighs as she turns to look at him with a sigh, "Look, Captain-"
"It's Commander."
"I'm not Kit Kenobi, if you find my mother, let me know."
"Ad'ika." Din says softly making her look over at him, "You know your mother has gone for a reason."
Sar'ika sighs and nods her brows rising slightly, "Between her and Uncle Luke..." She mutters running a hand through her hair.
Din places his hands on her shoulder turning her to face him, "Go, they need you."
"I can't leave you, buir, I'm not mum."
"Your buir left to protect us, to protect you."
Sar'ika scoffs, "She left because that's all she knows, dad, don't you understand? She always leaves, both her and Uncle Han, gone, Uncle Luke, gone. Ben-"
She shakes her head and pulls herself out of his grip turning away, "Sar'ika... Sar'ika. Sar'ika Bo Djarin-Kenobi, look at me." He orders using a voice he usually uses on their bounties.
She turns sharply at the use of her full name and crosses her arms over her chest, "Your mother may not be here now, but then the galaxy needed her," He walks across the room digging into their go bag that they always have prepared and pulling out a small hilt, "She was always there."
He takes careful steps towards her and holds out the hilt, wrapped around one end is a rebellion bracelet and a piece of an old robe. "They need you now, you. Be there, Sar'ika."
She looks up at him, imagining the stern gaze under his helmet, furrowing her brows she does her best to mock the look but sighs and grabs the hilt,
"Fine, I'll be there."
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Atlas {P.Dameron}
Fanfiction"Let's go, fly boy." "Who are you calling a fly boy, Mando." ~~~ Sar'ika Djarin was raised by her parents, Din and Kit, they both trained her in their own religio...
