The Mandalorian Oneshots and Stuffs

Revenge

Requested by @ILoveMemes1234567890
AU set after Ben Solo destroys Luke's temple. I'm not gonna work out all the nit-picky stuff with the timing and the setting because I'd like to not go insane tonight. So, set the day after the temple destruction at the ruins.

After such a long time spent searching, Din Djarin had finally been allowed to visit the Jedi Temple, where his adopted son was being raised and trained to use the Force. After eighteen years, he'd finally be able to see his son in person, not just through holographic messages. Luke, Grogu's Jedi mentor, had relayed the location to Ahsoka, who had in turn gotten in touch with the Mandalorian through Greef Karga.

But as soon as Din lowered his ship through the atmosphere, he knew something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong.

Instead of the large temple he'd been expecting, all he saw was smoking ruins and blackened earth. Fires licked at the remains of what looked like a large dwelling.

Din wasted no time in landing. He rushed out of the ship. The smoke burned in his lungs as he ran, but he didn't care. All he cared about was the safety of his son.

Not one living soul was in sight as Din carefully picked his way through the ruins. The disaster had to have been recent, maybe even just a few hours ago.

Then, Din spotted something that made his heart nearly stop. Laying several yards from his feet was a tiny brown robe. Din hurried over and scooped up the piece of fabric, charred from the fires. These were Grogu's robes, he knew it. There was no doubt in his mind.

Still, he almost refused to believe that his son was gone. Grogu was too powerful—hell, weren't all the Jedi supposed to be ultra-powerful sorcerers? How could this have happened? He'd seen Luke take on an entire platoon of dark troopers singlehandedly. If just one of them could do that, what in the universe could stop several of them? What kind of power would be required to destroy an entire order?

As Din knelt there amongst the ashes, he failed to notice someone approach.

"My power, stranger," a voice said from behind him.

Din jerked his head up, seeing a young man with greasy black hair and dressed in dark grey robes.

"I can read your thoughts," the man continued. "I destroyed this temple."

Din's grief was quickly replaced by blinding-white rage. This man had done all this, had taken the lives of how many innocent trainees? And he looked not a scrap bit remorseful.

The Mandalorian rose, clutching Grogu's singed robes in one hand and reaching for his blaster with the other. He noticed the man reaching for a metal cylinder hanging from his belt.

"Why are you here, stranger?" The man asked.

Din brought out his weapon. "I came to visit my son. A student here."

His voice simmered with barely-controlled rage, like an angry rhino slamming against the bars of its cage.

"Do not blame me," the young man said. "Blame my uncle, the master of this temple. He tried to kill me last night, in my own hut. I awoke to see him standing over me with a lightsaber. The Force helped me. It made a lightning storm and destroyed my uncle and everything he dedicated his life to. Your son, along with the rest of the students... necessary sacrifices."

That was the breaking point for Din. He raised his blaster and shot, just as the young man's metallic cylinder expanded into a three-pronged red lightsaber with a jagged edge. The two fought viscously, with Din's beskar spear and armor holding up against the laser sword. The man, although obviously much younger than Din, was very well-trained in combat, but after several minutes of back-and-forth striking, dodging, striking and dodging commenced, he backed away, breathing heavily. Din hadn't even broken a sweat behind his helmet.

Then he was lifted into the air, invisible hands clamping over his neck and squeezing... slowly... drawing all the breath out of him. Din kicked at thin air, attacking a non-physical enemy. Black edged his vision.

Just before he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, he snaked his hand down to his belt and pulled out an explosive. With the last of his strength, he activated it and tossed it towards the black-haired man, who was too concentrated on keeping the death grip around his neck to notice.

Three... two... one...

Darkness took over Din's eyes, but just for a fraction of a second before the explosion shook the ground. He landed in a crumpled heap on the ground, gasping for breath as his vision slowly cleared. The man had been thrown onto his back a few feet away, and the hilt of his saber even further.

Din forced himself to his feet. He wanted to yank off his helmet and breathe without the beskar constraints, but he knew he couldn't. Instead, he let his fury once again take hold of him. Before his enemy could get up, Din had retrieved his spear of beskar and strode towards him. 

The man, still on the ground, reached his hand out towards his saber's hilt, which started to shake before flying towards his hand. Din raised his foot and stepped on the metal cylinder mere inches away from the man's hand. He pointed the tip of the beskar spear against the man's unguarded neck.

"Whoa..." the man squirmed on his back. Din pressed the tip harder. "Let's talk about this for a second-"

Din snarled. Mercy was the furthest thing from his kind, right now. "Did the trainees you killed get to talk about this? Did my son?"

The man didn't respond, but Din knew the answer already. If it had been yes, maybe the place he stood in right now wouldn't have been filled with burning ruins. Maybe Grogu would still be alive.

He drove the spear right through the man's throat, and into the ground.

Revenge had been enacted.

But Din knew, it wouldn't bring his son back to him.