The Mandalorian Jedi

Chapter One

I jerked up, gasping for air. The nightmares had returned. I had hoped they wouldn't, that a year was long enough but apparently it wasn't.

The midnight air was cold and I huddled into the warmth of my one blanket. As usual the streets of Coruscant were bustling and as usual everyone ignored the 10 year old girl curled up on the side of the street. A little R2 unit rolled past, whistling cheerfully, following behind him was a young boy, my age maybe a little older. His face was serious as he told the droid to stop and wait for him. He was wearing brown robes and around his waist hung the hilt of a sword. A jedi I realised, what was a young Jedi doing out in the streets of Coruscant? The boy stopped a few metres away from me and looked around frowning and muttering to himself before calling out,
"Master Obi-Wan, I think we are near. I can feel it!" An older man walked up to the boy, he too wore Jedi robes and gave the boy a pat on the shoulder,
"Well done my young padawan, now, we can't be far. Remember, we do not know who or what this is, for all we know it could be a Sith Lord."
"A Sith Lord!? Just because it is powerful that surely doesn't mean it's evil."
"I was joking Anakin, of course it is not a Sith Lord, you would not be with me if it was."

I coughed slightly and the two Jedi whirled around, hands on their lightsabers and I smiled awkwardly, "Is there anything I can help you with? I know the area quite well, I could help you if you are searching for someone..." I trailed off wincing slightly, it was best not to attract attention in these areas, to be honest I had no idea why I had drawn attention to myself but something about them seemed... important.
"Thank you..."
"Rhea, Rhea Keldau." The older Jedi, Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow,
"You are Mandalorian?" I gave a tight smile, ignoring the pain that the word brought with it,
"My parents were. I am not."
"I am sorry for your loss." I gave a sharp nod of thanks and turned, slightly awkwardly, to walk away into the crowd but I felt a small hand on my shoulder and turned back around,
"Hey, you know maybe we could use some help, we've been out here for hours and found nothing." The boy, Anakin gave me a lopsided smile and I grinned, ignoring the annoyed and slightly exasperated look the master gave his padawan.

"So what are you looking for?"
"There have been several reports of someone causing havoc in and around this area and we were sent to look into it because they've been using uh... kinda magical powers..." I rolled my eyes and said,
"The force isn't magical powers," Anakin looked slightly surprised about the fact that I knew what the force was so I smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "My parents were Mandalorian, remember? I know a lot about the Jedi. Anyway so you are looking for some incredibly powerful force user and you are going to train them?" Obi-Wan nodded slightly and said,
"Something like that." I thought for a moment and then pointed down the street to where a whole bunch of extremely dangerous looking people sat around drinking spotchka and singing songs,
"You might want to try with Ziro the Hutt if you haven't already, he likes to keep a nice supply of fighters and whatnot for entertainment, I can introduce you if you want."
"You know Ziro?" I couldn't tell if the Jedi Knight was impressed or concerned by that little fact but I nodded and said,
"My parents worked for the Hutt's before... everything and he makes sure I am vaguely alive so that I can one day serve him as efficiently as my parents did, if I need something he makes sure I get it in some capacity." Both Jedi stayed silent at that but motioned for me to lead the way to the luminescent Hutt.

I've wanted to write this for a while but the utter emotional hell that was the season finale of The Mandalorian kicked me into doing, I hope whoever reads this enjoys it and I cannot wait to see where this story takes us.

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