✓ The Mandalorian's Everything - Book One

Choose Your Own Ending | Epilogue One

Word Count: guys please make sure you get some snacks or something because I somehow got this to 13502 and I couldn't split it up because that would make this so much more confusing so... I have a big problem

Warnings: swearing and floof and drama and blood and if I say anymore it'll spoil so... I guess I'll say tears and move on

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A/N: okay, so the way I've designed these epilogues to go is (hopefully) simple: 

Epilogue One - takes place after season one as if season two never existed.

Epilogue Two - takes place after season two as if Epilogue One never existed (this one is posted at the end of the sequel book, "The Mandalorian's Purpose").

If you're unsatisfied with this ending, you can forget this epilogue ever happened and move onto "The Mandalorian's Purpose" for a continuation of the story. I know this really wasn't very necessary for me to write, but originally, when I thought there was only going to be one season of this show (still don't know where I heard that), this was the epilogue that I came up with. I may have added a component or two from season two, but most of it was all the original idea that I had literally two years ago. It's stuck with me ever since I had the idea, so I decided I'd write it and give it as a little extra content for anyone who wants it. 

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Also, thank you so much for 100k reads!!! You guys are the absolute best!!!

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*Please remember*: This is Epilogue One. What you're about to read takes place after season one as if season two never existed.

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Twenty Years Later

The desert was devastatingly hot, and the man walking through it was slick with sticky, sandy, sweat. His movements were slow since he was carrying the abundance of supplies he collected from town on his shoulders and back, and the wind did nothing to relieve him of the heat, because it was a hot, agonizing breeze that simply ruffled his clothes and made it harder to breathe.

The walk home was long. Just over three hours, to be specific, and the man had to use his strength (and his water) resourcefully. Carefully. Judging by the sand dune to his right that only a person who saw everyday would be able to recognize as different from the others, the man wasn't far now. His pace quickened.

Luckily, the suns of Tatooine were on his back, so he didn't have to squint his eyes. The suns weren't beating down on his face. That was about the only other positive he could come up with.

His hand shifted to wipe away the sweat that was dripping into his eyes, and he groaned and moved his hand back to make sure nothing fell from his shoulders.

By the time he saw the dome of the place he had learned to call home, his body went through a whirlwind of emotions, with the relief giving him simultaneous exhaustion and another burst of energy. Either way, he made it home within twenty minutes.

He grunted as he hopped down the steps of the entrance in the dome, and as he made his way through the halls, he avoided the mouse droids chasing each other and glared at the protocol droid, M-3QT, who tried to tell him that production around the farm had gone down four point seven-two-three percent since he's been making these daily trips into town on foot.

"Well, there isn't much I can do when our speeder's busted, Em," he grunted, moving into the kitchen and practically throwing everything down on the floor. He groaned again as he stretched out his back, then moved to the sink to wash his hands. He downed half a glass of water and walked out of the kitchen.