wannabe: star wars reader insert

operation no-go

-i'm coming round to my old schedule again, so I'll do my best to upload once a week
-also, pleaseeeee check out my youtube (Greenland), it's consumed a LOT of my time, so it'd really help if you checked it out
-idk why but storm reminds me of yushiro from demon slayer
-also, a bit of a fun chapter before osik goes down. do you remember what osik means in Mando'a? (it's the s-word)
Mando'a TRANSLATIONS
-kandoii = awesome
-chakaar = thief (a harsh insult that doesn't translate quite well to Galactic Basic)

'𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞...'
-𝐋𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐬

Umbara 20 BBY

(Y/n)'s head pounded. If she didn't know any better, than she would have thought someone were trying to stone her alive. She didn't cry out. Kal'buir would've been disappointed if she did. Instead, she opted for yanking herself up onto her elbows. A heavy weight pulled her down, and that was when she recognised the Force signature of Storm.

"...ma...w...ove!"

What was he saying? (Y/n) couldn't understand him, or wrap her head around where she was. The galaxy spun as she hunched over the stale dirt, clawing and fighting her way up to her knees. Storm planted his hands on her shoulders. His lips moved, but (Y/n) couldn't understand his garbled gibberish. He forced her to sit against a lone tree.

(Y/n) focused squeezed her eyes tight and focused on the Force. She heaved in a heavy breath, allowing its energy to fill her aching body. Sounds and all sorts of smells hit her senses. The gibberish Storm muttered earlier began forming into coherent sentences, then words, and into a language (Y/n) could understand.

"Commander, talk to me," said Storm. "Can you tell me where we are?"

(Y/n) knitted her brows together. What a stupid question that was. Of course she knew where they were. "Coruscant." Storm pursed his lips together and (Y/n) didn't need to be a Jedi to know that he was upset. A darkness pulled around him, swirling and growing into something a bit...scary. He was furious, but not at her.

The thick luminescent bushes swayed behind Storm. They ruffled a little and he jolted to his feet, rifle raised and eyes deadly under that bucket of his. He cursed to Malachor and back. "Should've been paying more attention," he whispered to himself. The leaves parted and a lone petal disappeared with the eerily quiet breeze. A foot stuck out from the bushes, then a man covered with worn armour hauled himself out of the congested cluster. His gaze met Storm's and he threw his hands above his head with a cry.

"Woah, woah, it's just me!"

Storm sucked his teeth. He should have known it was Fives, who else walked so briskly? "Yeah," Storm grumbled, lowering his rifle. "I could tell. You're not much of a Loth cat." (Y/n) met the eyes of the newcomer with a weak nod of her head. "Hi." She struggled to show her appreciation through her daze. It was nice to see Fives, even though she had no idea why he was here.

Fives didn't hesitate to rip off his bucket and fall to his knees. "Are you okay (Y/n)?" He stared her up and down, placing a hand on her wrist. The rhythmic thump, thump, thump was comforting. (Y/n) could have been alright, if it weren't for the angry gash on her head.

She sluggishly nodded. "Yeah...'m good."

"Commander Nova sent me your way after that explosion and--" Fives trailed off with a deep frown. The far-off look on (Y/n)'s face made his stomach churn. He'd seen it on his brothers after they took hard falls out of gunships and cliffs. Poor (Y/n) was no different. "Concussion?"