Sir and Lady Oneshots

Baby Rover - Extra - Shidge.

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He was finally an adult, hundred years old to those who had stepped up as his parents so long ago. 

He's grown to be an gentlemen like his father was but he still held his cheeky charm that he's gained from this mother. 

He's lived long enough with the bloodlines of his family, being raised by the next generations and only leaving once he was finally old enough to stand as an young adult. 

Watching those he love die one after the other was enough to make him leave without looking back. Never wanting to see when the bloodlines of his families end, to know when they would finally end. 

None of the next generations were his parents, his uncles and his cousins. They were just family members that had shared blood with his first family and happily cared for him as he slowly aged. 

He missed them all and he knew he forever would. 

But he kept the old memories alive and fresh in his mind thanks to the Jedi gifts he hold. Reliving the memories and never once forgetting a voice or a face. Left cherishing the fond memories living rent free in both his mind and heart. 

And on the days where he misses them all the most, he steps towards an old metal box. 

Flipping the lid once all the locks are undo and showing an skin filled inside that held his most precious belongings.

An Mandalorian Helmet that no longer fitted his head but held his father's name carved inside still. 

An mini wrench that he'd long stopped playing with but it still held his mother's name carved against one side. 

A beloved and very old frog shaped teddy, his oldest and dearest friend still. 

A group photo, one taken when his blended family all stood together after the war was finally won. Family, uncles and friends to them all huddled together, smiling and grinning. With each and every name belonging to each face written across the back, never letting him forget a single name no matter how much time would pass. 

And a handful of other personal belongings collected throughout his life that he would never part with.

He's lived a good life, still living a good life. 

Looking after the universe and doing his best to live his own life how he wanted it.

Owned his own garage, worked on robots, drones and ships. As well as always willing to give Mandalorians some first aid whenever one needs it. 

It was his own place, "Shirogane-Holt" he called it, making sure it'd always feel like home to him.

Explored the universe before he settled in his own place to call home. 

Gained life lasting friends and truces all over the universe. 

Mistaken for a god on one planet and had his own statue built there. 

Living the best life he could and seeing the world.

He was free and he was happy, just as his parents had always wanted him to be. 

Risked a visit to his fellow clone, Grogu, he thinks his name was. 

He's heard the rumours over an Mandalorian taking care of his younger clone, the "successful" clone. It wasn't his fault that his skills weren't on the same level as some Yoda guy he never even met.

But he did enjoy seeing Grogu from a distance. To know that his younger clone had gained himself a family too, had survived the empire and lived his own life.

Grogu was a lame name in his own eyes, Rover Shirogane-Holt, was a much better and honourable name. 

As well as Rover Gunderson when he had gone to a few dodgy places within the universe. 

But he was happy now. 

He missed his parents.

Missed the expanding family he gained long ago.

But he was happy and he secretly hoped that if he lived long enough, he'd meet his star cross lovers parents in their next life.