⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ⋆·˚ ༘ *
( 𝙳𝙸𝙽 𝙳𝙹𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽 )
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ▬▬ a jedi and a mandalorian
find love in the midst of it all.
❝ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 ❞
( 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 )
( 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙽𝙴...
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"I got you, Mando," Cara said, as she and Din were engaged in a game of armwrestling.
All of them were back in the Razor Crest and Artemis sat down next to the kid, watching Kuiil feed his Blurgs.
"Cara to double the bet?" Din replied, making Artemis smile.
And then Artemis felt the Force shift and she straightened her back, feeling the darkness in it. Cara gasped and went with her hands towards her throat. Artemis turned to Grogu and saw him holding his hand out.
"Grogu!" she exclaimed, jumping up and pushing his hand down. "Stop it! Cara is our friend! We don't use Force chokes on our friends! In fact," she added, looking down at him, "we don't use them at all."
Grogu lowered his ears, feeling ashamed.
"That is not okay!" Cara snapped.
"He's just a kid," Artemis flashed back. "He isn't trained properly."
"Hmm," Kuiil said, eying the kid. "Very curious."
"Curious?" Cara repeated. "It almost killed me!"
"The story you told me of the mudhorn now makes more sense," Kuiil told Din and Artemis.
"What do you know?" Artemis asked Kuiil curiously.
"I presume it is a Jedi, just like you?" Kuiil said, looking up at her. "I've heard rumors of things like this."
"When? When you worked for the Empire?" Cara questioned him.
"When I was sold to the Empire, in indentured servitude," Kuiil said.
"Yet somehow, you walk free," Cara said, standing up.
Artemis could feel the tension that hung between the two of them.
"I bought my freedom through the skill of my hands," Kuiil defended himself, "and the labor of three of your human lifetimes. Do not cast doubt upon that of what I am nor whom I shall serve."
IG-11 had stood up and was now standing next to Kuiil, ready to intervene if needed.
"Tell you what," Din spoke up. "I could really use your craftwork right now. Can you pad this container so the child can sleep better?"
"I shall fabricate a better one," Kuiil promised him. "Then perhaps this Dropper can see how one can win their freedom with the skill of one's hands."
