Star Wars Oneshots

Grogu's Armor (MD)

In which Grogu steals his dad's beskar and makes armor for himself.

Grogu's Point of View

Grogu knew exactly what he wanted: a suit of armor, so he could be just like his dad! He could see it in his mind, shiny silver and fierce. With a pouch for more of those blue cookies or those delicious orange balls.

Besides, Dad wouldn't notice one of his metal hunks was gone until after Grogu's armor was done, right?

Grogu jumped out of the cabin where he and his dad were sleeping and rolled when he hit the floor. He reached out a hand and pulled the metal out of a cabinet, letting it float through the air until it landed in his other hand.

It was heavy! Grogu grunted a bit as he lifted it into both arms, hit the button to open the door, and waddled out, lugging the heavy metal through the cool morning air. The sun was just beginning to peek over the edge of the lava flats, and it cast odd shadows all over.

Grogu was getting tired as he entered the city gates, but he kept moving, determined to get his armor and go home. He crossed the street when he saw creepy people looking at him, ducking into an alley he remembered. His dad had showed him where his Tribe lived, and Grogu ducked under the fluttering fabric over the doorway.

Grogu heaved the metal down the stairs, jumping down each step and rolling the last three.

Sitting back up in the dimly lit corridor, he noticed people that looked like his dad but not lining the sides. Grogu held the beskar out in front of him, trying to send the message that he belonged there and was not a threat.

He noticed an enormous silver skull on the wall above a doorway, and looked down at himself, seeing a miniature of the same skull hanging from his neck. This was the place.

Someone in furs, a skirt, and a golden, spiky helmet laid in a nook in the wall, not moving. Grogu dragged himself up onto the short ledge, still holding the beskar (it was getting really heavy). He sat down on the Armorer's chestplate, letting the metal in his arms thunk against the polished beskar rising and falling slowly beneath him.

When the woman stirred, Grogu banged the chestplate again, and she sprung awake, sitting up and pulling a tool out of her belt, raising it, before realizing that it was Din Djarin's little green gremlin child.

She let her tool relax and helped Grogu stand from where he'd been thrown off her chest. Grogu held out the beskar slab he'd borrowed, and the Armorer took it. "You brought beskar?"

"Mraaa," Grogu said, and he thought he heard her chuckle a bit.

"This is enough for a helmet and chestplate for one as small as you," the Armorer noted. "Is that your intention for this beskar?"

"Ato," Grogu burbled happily, and the Armorer replied, "Very well."

She turned around and began to work. "Does your father know you are here?" she asked over her shoulder. When she received no answer, she continued, "He will be worried."

With that, she took the slab of beskar and melted it, pouring it into a mold and doing other things to it that Grogu couldn't see. He watched intently, eyes wide and curious, mouth open slightly.

When the Armorer was finally done, she turned around and revealed a miniature chestplate like her own, kneeling and placing the straps over Grogu's head and tunic. She stood up and turned back around, picking up his helmet (which had special ear coverings) and fitting it snugly over his head, making sure not to squish anything.

"Your father will be proud," the Armorer spoke, a hint of fondness to her voice. "I will inform him of your location." She turned back to her supply cabinet and pulled out something round and black, pressing a button.

A small, blue version of Grogu's dad appeared, out of breath. "I have your child," the Armorer spoke.

"You what?" Din asked. "Did you kidnap him?" he accused.

"He decided to visit me. Come to the Covert. He has something he would like to show you." The hologram clicked off and the Armorer turned back towards Grogu. "It was irresponsible of you to have come here without telling your father," she informed him. "Nevarro is not safe for one as coveted as you."

She stooped and picked him up, holding him so he could see the door. As they watched, Din fell down the stairs, picked himself up, and sprinted to the end of the corridor, skidding to a stop in front of the Armorer. He dipped his head in the fastest half-bow Grogu had ever seen.

Din's helmet moved from the Armorer to Grogu, decked out in beskar. He just stared for a second, then asked, "What happened to you?"

The Armorer filled him in as Din inspected the crafting. "Thank you," he spoke.

The Armorer gave a curt nod. "Foundlings are the future."

"This is the Way." Din turned and left the Covert's sewers.

Grogu knew he'd get a talking-to once they were back home, but for now, he had armor like his dad's, and he felt invincible.