It's Always Darkest Before The Dawn.

Sorry, I’m not up to date on the details of Star Wars outside the movies, but was R2-D2, like, Leia’s droid between the Prequels and the Original Trilogy? Whatever the case, I think I might need it to happen in a crack fic. 

Because I’ve suddenly imagined R2-D2 accompanying Leia to her Senate meetings. In reality, it would probably be very dangerous for R2 and Leia. But I think it would be perfect for a crack fic. 

Like, just imagine if Leia and R2 are just strolling around the halls of the Senate, with Leia ranting to R2 about something or other. And then bump into an older Senator by accident. And at first it’s all pleasantries and apologies, but then the older Senator takes one look at R2, turns a color that is not a good color for their people to turn, and then says in utter horror, “IT’S YOU!” 

Because surely there must be older Senators out there from before the Empire, who remember that horrible little nightmare droid who tailed those awful Jedi around and occasionally Senator Amidala. (Like, there must be people out there who witnessed R2 blow up a building or even straight-up kill someone.) 

And Leia’s like, “What? You know my droid?” 

And the Senator’s got a hand over their heart, both to soothe themselves and a little protectively, and says, “My dear, I couldn’t forget that thing if I was dead. That’s the little bastard who set me on fire! Granted, it was an accident and it saved Senator Amidala’s life again, but still. She was far too fond of it! That and that debonair Jedi it belonged to!” 

And Leia lights up immediately because oho, this is interesting. Meanwhile R2 is basically swearing up a storm trying to push her away. And the Senator has an expression on their face like, “Oh, damn, I shouldn’t have said that.” 

Anyway, Leia accidentally figures  out who her parents were because R2 is a memorable asshole that old politicians still see in their nightmares. 

Deleted Scene: *Boba sneaking onto the Razor Crest in Chapter 14 to retrieve his armor only to fall flat on his face because he tripped over Grogu’s toys.*

by far the stupidest idea 4 a comic ive ever had and that's saying a LOT coming from me <3

Headcanon: Boba has mellowed quite a lot with age and instead of being angry all the time he's now just walking around quietly amused by how fucking stupid everything is

Yes! I think so too!!

After the sarlacc, things are different.

But they’ve always been different, he’s starting to realize. It’s just before he couldn’t see the patterns, the way strings connected figures and players and events across the Galaxy, all of it some grand cosmic play for an audience he couldn’t begin to imagine. The sarlacc’s consciousness, millennia old, had writhed into his, and though the worm had left its tracks remained, altering his perceptions. The human scale is such a small one.

Boba watches the story play out, himself just another player, and sometimes it’s all he can do to keep from laughing. It doesn’t really matter anyway.

The freedom in that realization is astounding.

Your headcanon of The Armored having already adopted Boba and Fennec sight unseen is DEEPLY making me look forward to when they all do meet.

I have written them meeting a few times, but haven't yet found a version I'm super happy with. I'll get there eventually.

In the meantime, have this bit of Paz and Din being told off in front of Luke, Boba, and Fennec. In this little bit, Paz has been refusing to train with Luke and Din's youngest sister started a rumor that he and Luke were an item.

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Buir turned around and identified Luke immediately. She left Din and Paz to go stand in front of him (still ignoring Fett and Fennec somehow) and held out a hand. Luke was enraptured by her helmet. It took him a moment to notice the hand. When he did, he dropped Fennec, and, to Din’s utter shock, took it, dipped his head and brought buir’s knuckles to his bare forehead.

Paz’s hand came up behind Din’s neck to squeeze at it in equal anxiety.

Buir watched this in complete silence. Luke released her hand and lifted his eyes.

Buir held his gaze for a long moment before wrenching her body around to practically glow with fury at Din and Paz.

This time, Paz and Din executed a long-practiced maneuver called ‘huddle and pray.’

“He does not need to be asked for respect,” buir said with perfect consonants.

Scary. So scary. There was nothing to say to her now.

“Why must I ask this from my own son and comrade, and yet the ancestral enemy gives it without hesitation or stumble, hm?” buir asked.

There was literally nothing to say. Buir knew this. She held the silence before rounding on Luke again and gently taking his hand in hers.

“You are a very sweet boy, I see this,” she said. “Forgive my children, they are under-socialized and we lost the smaller one down a mine when he was young. He has never fully recovered.”

Um? Din had, actually?

It took about fifteen years and was not helped by Paz telling him that bats would nest in his ears at night if he didn’t turn over often enough, but he’d gotten there in the end, hadn’t he?

Fett lifted his eyes to the sky and pressed a fist into his nose and mouth next to Luke. He appeared to be blinking back tears.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” Luke said in the meantime. “And it’s alright. I fell into a cistern when I was three and now have a petrifying fear of drowning. Din has been nothing but kind to me. And I’m sure that Paz is a nice person deep down. Somewhere.”

“You poor thing,” buir crooned. “Your optimism hurts my eyes, but I will accept this kindness on behalf of our covert. Thank you for your efforts in attempting to teach Paz through non-violence, although I have some recommendations for you. Namely, a motivator.”

Paz whimpered into a palm. Din cringed.

“His name is Ban,” buir said. “He is useless to us all, and unfortunately our founding elder’s grandchild. But he has done much reading on you, my dear, and he is enthused to provide you with the means you need to keep Paz focused on lessons.”

Luke frowned and cocked his head.

“I’m not sure I understand, Ms.—uh—”

“You may call me ‘Goran,’” buir said benevolently. “It means ‘Armorer’ in our language. And perhaps I was being too delicate. What I mean is that Paz learns best when complex maneuvers have absorbed his anxious energy. Ban is his assigned provider, since Din has helpfully evicted himself from the position, and I am pleased to say that he is the most exhausting of the current line-up. I will set him to assignments in and around this moon so that Paz will have things to do in the space between your lessons. This should alleviate some of the pressure on you in the meantime.”

Luke forgot to blink for a good ten seconds.

“You’re giving me another Mandalorian?” he asked.

“A worse one, yes,” buir said.

Fett wiped at his streaming eyes.

Din couldn’t stand by in silence any more.

“Buir,” he said, shoving Paz away from him so that he could come and brush the tips of his gloves against her elbow. “Luke already has—”

“So familiar,” buir scolded immediately.

Luke’s eyebrows shot up. Din didn’t bother, he backtracked.

“Jedi Skywalker already has more Mandalorians than he can deal with,” he said. “He’ll be uncomfortable with Ban’s energy, even in short bursts. I’ll volunteer to do the work. Paz and I can hunt together. It will be sufficient; we can keep each other in line.”

The silence that followed was not comforting. It spoke of a scowl and a whole lot of skepticism.

“Did I say ‘Din?’” she asked.

No.

“When did I say ‘Din?’”

She hadn’t.

“Funny. That’s what I thought, too.”

Fett covered his whole face and shook.

“You are busy, ad’ika. Stressed, I’m sure,” buir said sympathetically, “You stand here before me in a shocking state. We will handle that momentarily, whoever touched your helmet last deserves to be boiled.”

Fennec stood up on her own power abruptly and dragged Luke off-balance.

“Goran,” she said with the utmost respect, “Perhaps you would do us the honor of overseeing Vizsla’s training? See, Luke is scared of him, aren’t you, Luke?”

Luke tried to pull out of Fennec’s grip with no success.

“I’m fine, actually,” he said.

“He’s miserable,” Fennec said over him. “He messages me in tears every night.”

“I do?” Luke asked.

Fennec crammed the side of her boot into his as a threat. Buir chose not to read into any of that. Her bullshit threshold was too high after Din and Paz within three feet of each other for more than five minutes now.

“I’m afraid that my responsibilities do not allow me to maintain this kind of surveillance over an individual member,” she said with perfect diplomacy. “Ban will report back to me, as will Paz should Ban make more than his share of nuisances. Is this satisfactory to you, Jedi Skywalker?”

Luke was trapped between a rock and a hard place, but not without hope. He gazed over buir’s shoulder to Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, who had apparently chosen to limit those who could see them for the moment. Kenobi tossed up a finger and did a fun little spin and a jog. Luke’s father glanced after him and gestured that they’d be right back.

Luke cleared his throat.

“If you would allow me to consult with my Master,” he said. “Just one moment.”

He wriggled out of Fennec’s grip and bounded off in the direction that his father stood. Together, they chased after Kenobi.

I think Boba should get to hold a really big dog :)

thinking about living among the stars

Mandalorian Armor, a simple guide

Oh dear. Several months late, but here we go. This will be a broad term overview of mando armor in canon at the moment, not an exhaustive list. Feel free to skip “materials & history” if you’d just like some more concrete guidelines and refs! 

(Remember to click on the images for a better look!)

Material & History

A Small Intro Course

Mandalorian armor is supposed to be made out of beskar, an alloy (and yes all beskar is an alloy in disney canon (at least as of May 2021), like steel for example. Yes even “pure” beskar). The secrets of how to make it is limited to the Mandalorians, and the materials used to make it are most likely limited to Mandalore or the Mandalore system. It’s been in confirmed use as an armor material for at least 900 years & can take straight blaster bolts or hold off the circulating energy blade of a lightsaber for short periods of time, possibly until the beskar heats up enough to loose its integrity, but the heat would most likely cause serious damage to the wearers body before that.

Beskar armor is most often inherited, passed from generation to generation and reforged to suit the current wearers needs. It’s seen as passing down the history, the battles and the will of those who have worn it before and making it your own. However the material is rare, possibly because the mines have run dry ages ago (old EU), or because war and/or the New Mandalorians stopping production. The Empire interfering by taking over Mandalore and trying to get their hands on as much beskar as possibly and then later “glassing” the planet while hunting its only known creators surely did not help either, in any case.

This means that not all Mandalorians had access to the material, or at least large enough amounts to make a full suit of armor. This lead to the make of “impure” beskar that can take less of a brunt & armor made of other metals such as durasteel. This is most likely what makes up the majority of Din’s kit, beyond the helmet and possibly the chest piece, when he’s introduced in S1 and he still wears pieces that might be one of these materials as of Season 2. 

Characters like Sabine Wren, Bo-Katan Kryze and Boba Fett all inherited their armor from their _aliit  _(clan/family) through several generations and it’s most likely already pure beskar based on its age and how it reacts to blasterfire.

The armor is most often painted and there are various designs and colors that indicate personality, achievements or allegiances, but that would have to be another post. (Would anyone like a post on Mandalorian armor fashion? Because I have thoughts)

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I like to think din has no idea who the fuck luke skywalker is but leia organa??? the fucking hutt slayer??? like fuck dude what bounty hunter doesn’t know about her

Meet the Coruscant Guards! <3

I really like these boys and I wanted to do my take on their design. I also do believe that at the beginning of the war they tried to stick to the rules regarding appearance but since Senators don’t like to see them without helmets, Fox just said fuck it, keep the armour clean but do whatever the hell you want with your look ( I do believe Hound didn’t shave from the beginning.) Also another headcanon of mine is that the first thing Fox does in the morning is shaving, so looking at his stubble you can judge when was the last time he slept (Thire saw him once with a full beard and took him immediately to their medic)