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( staring at her ) … it is?

he had before sliding into unconsciousness.

around them. Grogu could suffocate if he didn’t do something, or maybe the ship would explode. And was someone calling his name? No, not possible. He was going to get them out… he had a duty to protect the child. Grogu was the most important thing. That was the last thought -

his head pretty hard. He felt the blood trickle down his scalp and into his eyes, but by some miracle, felt movement from the child in his arms. They were alive— but for how much longer? He couldn’t move. His helmet filtered the toxins in the smoke but he could feel the heat -

Grogu had managed to slow the speed with his powers. Of course, the ship was still pretty much decimated when it hit the ground. The cockpit was still in tact, but the front of the ship was buried into a mound of earth, flames erupting and smoke billowing out. Din had hit -

think about was that he’d failed as a father. Failed as a mentor. Failed the New Republic. The crash wasn’t as bad as it could have been, considering they’d plummeted straight through the atmosphere. Not that Din fully realised it, but after the engines entirely gave out, -

Before Din’s starfighter crashed through the line of trees, he’d managed to grab Grogu and attempt to shelter him from impact with his own body. It was a final, desperate attempt to keep his son alive, though in those last few moments before they hit the ground, all he could -

/ this is so funny because these two threads I have are Din being severely injured and someone rescuing him (I love it, he is my damsel in distress)

fight might be over for good. “Grogu…” With his last ounce of energy he turned to check his son was okay (Grogu whined in concern, but was visibly unharmed), the Mandalorian slumped onto his side into the dust with a grunt, blood pooling beneath him.

was no need; the last surviving animal yelped, dived over the bodies of its fallen comrades and scampered back out into the desert. Din’s vision swam and blurred as he attempted to focus on their saviour— he could only hope that she was indeed someone friendly, or else his -

unmistakably real. Then came the other, and this time, as the remaining tusked canines turned to the sound of their attacker, Din saw her. It was just in time, because his flamethrower had run out of fuel. Though he now had time to whip his pistol out of his belt, there -

It felt like a hallucination, hearing someone’s voice echo through the snarling of the feral creatures and the blast of fire from Din’s flamethrower. But the arrow that seemed to shoot from nowhere at first, hitting one animal with a thud and knocking it to the ground dead, was -

@LACONICWAYS

( not understanding, looking at his vibroblade… ) It’s sharp.

So am I, Isha. I can’t get pregnant. Is it a euphemism?

… noted.

🥺 * You’re special to me too.

“That is good to hear. If you and Lady Kryze will allow it, I would like to spend a short time here with my son while we are between jobs. He would do well to be around other Foundlings.”

You’ve had too much to drink. ( Bold of him to assume she’s drank anything at all. )

proximity to him and the child. He would need a miracle to escape this now.