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    “Wait.”

    Stopping and looking over his shoulder, Din saw the blond facing him once again; his face was calm, and yet gears were clearly turning in his head.

    “You said fifty years old?”

    “Yeah?”

    The other man stood still for another moment.

    “I want to hire you.”

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    Or I really wanted to read a fic where Luke found Grogu before Din so I wrote one myself

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    Luke hadn’t planned to get married to a Mandalorian when he left the moisture farm to go to work at Peli Motto’s shop that morning, but circumstances change.

     

    One minute, he’s fixing a leaking fuel line on a Razor Crest that had docked in the hangar the evening before, and the next, he’s cradling a Mandalorian’s head in his lap.

     

    An alternate first meeting, canon-divergent version of events in which Din and Luke first meet on Tatooine. Then the Empire comes. Nine years pass until the events of S2E08 "The Rescue." Nine years in which Din Djarin believes that his husband is dead.

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    “Okay, maybe we shouldn’t have told him his dad would still love him if he was a nudist,” Fennec says, looking down at the abandoned potato sack garment in the middle of the palace hangar bay floor.

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    All Din wanted to do was find the Child a sorcerer teacher, pick up a job or two, and follow his Creed.

    Three out of three is good, right? Right?

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    25 May 2026

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    “They’re Jedi,” says the Chancellor. Cautiously, Depa focuses her senses on him. That earlier certainty hasn’t changed, though now it’s tinged with— confusion?

    “I thought you knew. They’re carrying lightsabers.”

    By way of demonstration, Depa cautiously unhooks her own lightsaber and shows it to the Chancellor, unlit. Jocasta and Plo do the same in their turn, though Tera simply hums, nodding down to his hip where his hangs.

    “Lightsabers aren’t just used by Jedi,” the Chancellor objects.

    “They’re almost always used by Jedi. A couple have shown up here and there when we do raids, usually as a collector’s item or trophy—” Antilles cuts an apologetic glance at Tera, who nods sadly, “—but only Jedi really use them.”

    “To use a lightsaber is difficult and almost impossible if one isn’t Force-sensitive,” Tera supplies.

    The Chancellor’s confusion grows, if anything. And still there’s no hostility. “Are you sure?”

    “Words, Mando.” Antilles sighs. “What are you thinking?”

    The Chancellor visibly pauses to consider. Then he turns to Plo. There’s a distinct sense of the subject being changed. “The child needs a teacher. For his powers.”

    Plo’s Force presence pulses with delight. He’s very predictable. Depa smothers her amusement along with her astonishment. A non-hostile traditional Mandalorian Chancellor, who actively asks Jedi to train his Force-sensitive son. Master Windu is right. The man is a unicorn.

    “Your child is quite powerful,” Jocasta says, her eyes narrowing. “You will not send him to join the Jedi?”

    “He decided against it for now. He had a teacher before.” The child, busily floating worms from his bowl to his mouth, squeaks up at him. He glances down at his son and gently rubs his head, getting a sweet purr in reply. The Force brightens with his child's love. “The child decided to return to me rather than stay with him. But you can come here.”

    “We can.” Plo hesitates, a hint of caution entering his body language. There are many other Force traditions in the galaxy. Many of them are harmless. Many of them are... not so harmless. “Who was his previous teacher? Someone we might know?”

    “Skywalker.”

    Surprise pings through the Force, bouncing between them. “Anakin Skywalker?” Plo asks. “Master Kenobi’s padawan?”

    The Chancellor tilts his head. “Luke Skywalker,” he corrects, as though they should know better. “The Last Jedi.”

    They can hear the capital letters in the title. “The last Jedi on your planet?” Depa asks, even though she knows quite well there are no other Skywalkers in the Order.

    “The last Jedi in the galaxy.”

    This, Depa supposes distantly, is what Master Windu meant when he said talking to the Chancellor was like taking repeated rancors to the head. Depa hadn’t been able to reconcile ‘unicorn’ and ‘rancors to the head’ into one being before, but now she understands. Under the sudden, headache-inducing clang of the Force, she can faintly hear Antilles coughing. Some caff gone down the wrong way.

    “Oh dear,” says Tera. “Did he tell you he was the last Jedi? There are occasionally pretenders....”

    Even through the helmet, it’s obvious that the Chancellor is giving him a skeptical look. “Everybody calls him that.”

    “Locally?”

    “Galactic News feeds. I looked him up. He killed Darth Vader and the Emperor.”

    Darth Vader is not a name Depa has ever heard. Emperor recalls shades of Sith Empires and history lessons. And yet the Force resonates with his words, deep, mournful peals of true, true, true.

    “Darth Vader. A Sith,” Jocasta says sharply. Is that the Master they’ve been searching for, whose apprentice Obi-Wan killed on Naboo? “What Emperor?”

    The Chancellor looks between them. “Emperor of the Galactic Empire?” he says slowly.

    “You speak truth. The Force confirms it,” Plo says, sounding stunned. But how can it be true? They can’t call it a lie. The Force is overwhelming in its message. Truth.

    “How is this possible?” Depa protests.

    “What,” Antilles wheezes.

    The Chancellor says, “Good job coming back from extinction.” He looks over at the coughing Antilles as if for approval. His shoulders sag. He turns back to add awkwardly, “Keep up the good work?”