The Accidental Verd'alor and His Jedi

This is the last chapter of this story, but I really want to come back to this setting and the lovable idiots within it. I have many ideas, but they aren't as fully formed as this story was, so I need time to organize them and in the mean time will be working on other projects that have more insistent muses with firmer plans.
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At a docking port near enough to the Palace of the Verd’alor that Quin could get there and back on foot, one trip to be calculated for the risk Obi-Wan would not be able to walk himself, but not so close as to seem suspicious, Garen triple checked the controls for a fifth time.

“You’re restless,” Bant said, her eyes closed in a light meditation.

“I want to be prepared,” the Knight-Pilot shot back.

“The Force is with us,” Bant assured him. “Can’t you feel it? There is a growing Light, something right is happening. Quin must have found him.”

“I hate that I can’t feel them,” Garen muttered. “Ah, look alive, Banty, we have company.”

“I’ve got it,” the healer said, standing in a fluid movement that a more human skeletal structure would not have allowed. She stepped down the short gangplank to level a look at a very tired port worker. Internally, she diagnosed them with mild exhaustion and slight dehydration, not outside safe levels but something to mind in the future. Sheer force of will kept her from shoving a bottle of water in their hand and ordering them to drink it.

“You, ah, you can’t dock here,” the worker said apologetically. Their intent was honest and not aggressive, but their Force presence was firm despite the politely deferential tone. “You also can’t just idle this long… it’s going to kriff up my schedule.”

Bant hardened her eyes in the way that made fidgety Padawans still during tests and put medic-dodging Masters back in their beds. There was no Force trick to it, despite what Quinlan may believe, just a self knowledge and the Healer’s prerogative to outrank anyone in the service of their mandate. Bant was here to heal Obi-Wan of whatever had been done to him. She had to be here to do that. She would not be moved.

“We will park here as long as we require,” she informed the dock worker.

“No you will not,” said the dock worker in the same tone. “Ner Vod ordered more bacta for the clinic on the Dral’ne Cuyan, since they ended up having to use a whole tank for Ob’ika’s jare'la shebs. The ship the bacta’s on needs this pad to land on in the next ten minutes, so you will move or you will be moved. Medical shipments take priority.”

Bant paled, then nodded. “Quite right. What about that one over there?”

She pointed to the pad least likely to be used, a cracked, broken thing with weeds cropping up through it in spite of the dry heat of the planet. She knew Garen could land there, she’d seen him do worse, but nobody flying in medical supplies would risk it.

"That'll work burc'ya" said the port worker, out loud. More quietly, outside what she could hear without the Force boosting her senses, they muttered “dini’la jettise.” Whatever that meant.

They’d just settled down on the abandoned field between a few landspeeders in obvious need of repair when the coms went off. Quinlan sounded odd, but he didn’t use any of the warning codes he’d drilled them on when he told them to come park on the Verd’alor’s private pad up by the Palace proper.

“How badly injured is Obi-Wan,” Bant demanded, grabbing the com as Garen took off. Something squawked on the other end of the line. “Come on, Quin, you’re having us move in that close, do I need a tank prepped? Stretcher? I may have tapped out my favors with Master Che for a slot with that Mind Healer but I have other favors I can call in, we can still fix this.”

“No, no, Bantling, Obes is… fine, but shit’s fripping weird here.”

“Real fine, or Obi-Wan fine?” Bant asked pointedly.

“Actual fine, Bant,” Obi-Wan said tiredly. “The verd that’s waiting on the pad is named Aden, black armor, they’re going to guide you in. There’s trace beskar in almost everything here, including the stone the Palace is made of, so you’ll probably be a little disoriented if you try to come in without a guide.”

“I was fine,” Quinlan shot back.

“The only reason nobody shot you for wandering around was that we all thought it was great Ob’ika had invited a friend over,” said a third voice dryly.

“Wait, Ob’ika is what they call Obi-Wan?” Bant asked. “OBI-WAN KENOBI YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR HAVING BEEN IN A BACTA TANK.”

“Osik,” Obi-Wan said quietly.

<X>

It was weird to Garen how accommodating everyone was of the small invasion-rescue. I mean sure, three people wasn’t that much, but they were Jedi, three should at least count as a strike team. Yet, nobody seemed aggressive, even if the matte black armor of their guide was deeply intimidating.

“Hey Aden,” said a new Mando, blood red armor forming a stark backdrop for a gold dragon over the left side of their body. “Me'bana, vod?”

“Kaysh'e aliit be Ob’ika,” their guard said.

“What about Obi-Wan?” Garen asked. The new Mando pulled their helmet off, revealing a craggy face and rusty red hair.

“Just telling me that you’re his family. Welcome. It’s good you’re here, he’s been needing more aliit. His ad’ika is great, but children can’t replace vod’e, and he keeps dodging all the verd'e who want to take that role.”

“What do you mean, take that role?” Bant asked.

“I mean adopt him into their clans, obviously. We’d all love to have a mandokarla verd like that in our families but he’s almost worse about realizing that than he is about Jango.”

“Nayc,” Aden snorted. “Nothing is worse than that. Ven’riduur be’Alor utreekov’la.”

“Hey, don’t say that, he’s great at all that stuff Myles used to do,” the dragon-marked one said. Garen wanted to ask their name but it seemed weird to do so this far into the conversation.

“Kaysh mirsh solus,” Aden insisted. “Jango couldn’t be more obvious. He gave the man’s ad a planet. They’ve been practically living the riduurok and he still thinks our alor is just being friendly. He’s a very intelligent idiot who happens to be good at politics and utter osik at emotions.”

“You realize you’re insulting the man in front of his clan, right?”

“Meh,” Garen said with a shrug. “They’re not wrong. I love him but he’s been bad at emotions since the Melida-Daan mission. You’ve gotta be really blunt. And maybe tie him to a chair.”

“I just use paralytic hypos,” Bant weighed in. “Or sedatives. He never kriffing sleeps enough and he needs to switch to a lower stimulant tea if he wants to drink that much of it.”

“Good advice.”

<X>

Siri heard her com beep and stepped away from her position in front of the Council Chambers. Technically as a Senior Council Padawan she didn’t have to take a turn at the desk, but she usually did and Quin had said keeping routine would help hide her other deceptions.

“Tachi,” she answered briskly. She hoped she knew who was on the other end, but in case, she didn’t open with a demand of a sit-rep.

“Hey Siri,” said a familiar voice. “I figured I’d cut your worry off early. I’m fine, actual fine, even Bant says so.”

“I want to marry whoever’s been handling his diet and exercise routine,” the medic said. “He’s also obviously been sleeping, it’s a karking miracle.”

“Yeah, so turned out the Mando’ade are really nice,” Quinlan added. “And we’ve been lied to. Not that it excuses the Council for what they agreed to. Can you get us a direct line to the Council? Pretty much everyone in the room except Obes wants to yell at them for it.”

“It worked out fine” Obi-Wan protested. Then he yelped. Someone had jabbed his ticklish spot on his ribs. Good, he deserved it, the self-depreciating little shit.

“I’ll slice you in with a line they can’t hang up on,” Siri said. “Full visual or just audio? I know what you took with you won’t do visual over this distance.”

“They have access to the Palace com center,” said an unfamiliar voice that rumbled pleasingly. “We can do a full holoconference across the galaxy.”

Well… okay then. She didn’t know exactly what was up, but it was for Obi-Wan, so she’d do it.

<X>

Jango had probably been through every emotion he could have that day. He’d felt exasperated fondness with Myles transparent attempt to give them alone time, longing love as Obi-Wan awkwardly let him know he hadn’t initially thought the power cell was a gift, and dismay when he realized his cyare (no matter that he couldn’t call Obi-Wan that out loud, he was beloved and that was enough to think it) had suspected him of wanting to know how to destroy the Order that raised the man. Then growing horror when he realized what he’d done, if lightsabers were to Jedi what beskar’gam was to him, then giving a lightsaber part would be like giving him a piece of armor. A proposal. One that had been returned, which burned Jango’s heart with bright searing hope until a thought occurred to him.

If Obi-Wan hadn’t even trusted Jango at the time, it was almost unforgivable to have done. He was Verd’alor, he could not afford to be so careless with the power dynamics!

It had only grown worse once Myles insisted he return to face his mistake bravely. Shame had given way to shock and envy and a gnawing ache of worry at seeing another Jetii checking over Obi-Wan. The redness of Obi-Wan’s eyes filled him with a need to destroy whatever hurt his dearest one, until he’d parsed what the Jetii was asking about. Then the feeling had only been disgust and horror and something like a war chant of ‘no, never, that’s impossible’ that only gave way to gratitude when An’ika defended the Mando’ade to the new Jetii. Not that the child knew what Jango had done, and the shame surged back. He had no room to feel insulted by the Jetii’s assumption when he had violated the chain of consent so badly.

A bitter frustration stung when he realized that the unreadable letter held some critical information that made his violation all the worse. If Obi-Wan believed himself a slave… sorrow swept him as he watched the cheerful sunbeam of a child talk so casually of bonds of sale and his ori’vod faced the specter of her past.

Sorrow replaced with rage when the truth of the letter was revealed. They’d expected him to… they thought Mando’ade monsters, when it was they who were the slaver demagolka.

He rode that rage as his Buir led the strange war-party of Obi-Wan’s Jetii aliit and Jango’s top advisors to the com center and secured them a line to the Jetii’tsad. A collection of beings as diverse as any Mandalorian squad appeared and the fraying edges of Jango’s control slipped away at his Buir’s nod.

“HOW DARE YOU?” he shouted. He saw Obi-Wan’s eyes go wide with fear, but his beloved was strong, and held fast, especially when his ba’buir’s hand rested on his shoulder. Jango should have known the Jetii that was so helpful when he was young was related to Obi-Wan. Jet'ba'ji Dooku nodded at him to continue.

“How dare you treat one of your own like this?” Jango demanded, but didn’t give them a chance to answer. “He is a person, not some bantha to trade at market! Even setting aside the insult to the honor of all Mando’ade inherent in the idea we would want to torture someone, how kriffing dare you treat a warrior of his skill and virtue with such utter lack of care?”

“In their defense,” Anakin added in the cheerfully helpful tone that foretold some horrifying revelation, “it’s not easy to say no to your own Master.”

“I managed,” Jet'ba'ji Dooku said dryly. “Master Yoda knows all too well my feelings on his decisions regarding my Grandpadawan.”

“Not what I meant,” Anakin said with a scrunched nose. “I mean Depur - Owner Master, not Ba’ji’buir Master. They may be Palace-slaves and half chain-blind, but that doesn’t make them not slaves too.”

Jango took a breath and tried to let that knowledge settle on him.

“By the way, that Mandalorian ‘takeover’ of Tatooine the Senate was so concerned about?” Vos cut in with a sharp tone. “Evidently that came about due to the Verd’alor learning Anakin here was a recently freed slave from said planet. Both Knight Kenobi and Padawan Skywalker are very well regarded among the Mando’ade.”

Someone, probably the Kel Dor, but it was hard to tell with the anti-ox mask, made a horrified sound.

“Regardless of the UTTER idiocy of allowing one of your own to believe he’d been thrown out like some shuk'la….” Jango took a breath, and Arla put her hand on his shoulder, steadying him. “You still didn’t treat him with the respect he deserved. From what he’s shared of his past, you’ve never treated him like he should be. How you could be so blind as to overlook how intelligent and brave he is, I will never understand.”

Someone made a choked sound, but Jango ignored it as warmth flooded his body with love for the mandokarla Jedi who’d brightened his life and made a place in Jango’s heart.

“Even without telling me your sins I know you’ve not shown him the care he deserves, because that is the ONLY way someone as skilled and honorable as Obi-Wan Kenobi could doubt his own worth. He resolved a decades long conflict within our people and uncovered a traitor in his first month here, and still thought he wasn’t good enough for your or’dinii’la Order. He’s gentle with his ad, but still skilled in teaching him.”

“It’s easy when my student is so gifted,” Obi-Wan interrupted softly.

“And yet you don’t let him develop a swelled head,” Jango shot back. Turning back to the Council on the com he waved at Obi-Wan. “See? He’s everything good and wonderful in this galaxy, honorable and selfless and competent as all kriff and tenacious and mandokarla bal mesh'la bal mirdala bal dral bal ruusaanyc bal kotep. Kaysh jatnese be te jatnese.”

“Um, Obi is the only Jedi who speaks Mando’a,” Obi-Wan’s baar’ur vod said. Jango blushed at his slip. Basic was hard to keep in his head when he got passion under his skin.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi is amazing and the best of all of either of us,” Jango translated firmly. “And if you idiots don’t want to show him that, then I will happily spend the rest of my days by his side reminding him of it anytime he needs it. You sent me a Jedi to do whatever I want with? Fine, but what I want is to give him the love you were too stupid to show him.”

Obi-Wan made a broken sound and Jango forgot the Jetii’tsad in favor of focusing his full attention on the man at his side. Something strange and desperate was trying to fight past Obi-Wan’s careful mask, and Jango wanted to be able to tell him to take the mask off, to let him in. He wanted nothing more than to hold Obi-Wan close to him, now and always. He was exhausted and drained after the day he’d had, so he didn’t fight down the feelings to deal with later. He let himself feel them all, eyes locked on Obi-Wan as the mask slipped off slowly to show shocked relief and something warm and simmering that Jango dared not name desire.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” Obi-Wan confessed quietly. “When you left, I thought….”

“Nu draar, Ob’ika,” Jango said, half a whisper. He continued in Mando’a for the ease of fluency, glad his love spoke his native language. “I never wanted to pressure you… I know well enough the trap of an imbalanced relationship. If you send me away I will go without protest, but I will never stop wanting you. I just hope you can forgive me.”

“N’entye, ner Alor,” Obi-Wan said, placing gentle hands on either side of Jango’s face and the words ripped through Jango with a wave of understanding of what Obi-Wan had been trying to say. “I meant it. I’ve known since Tatooine, I love you. And if that makes me a bad Jedi then kark it. Ni copaani ner aliit bal ner riduur.”

Jango’s brain stalled as Obi-Wan fit himself into Jango’s arms like he was meant to be there. It was automatic to hold him close, even as his mind circled that one word. “Riduur?”

Myles slapped the back of his head sharply. “You two have been living the vows you haven’t said for how long now? But now that we’ve finally got that cleared up, what’s the plan about the whole slavery thing the kid mentioned?”

“Jedi, slaves are not,” said a small wrinkled figure.

“The Padawan called us chain-blind,” the Kel Dor said thoughtfully. “And we fit the description. Have we not for many years struggled with our inability to act on the Force’s will when the Force points us counter to the desire of the Senate? Are we not bound by the chains of our service not to the Galaxy but to one governing body? We would not have struggled with their orders so, if we had been permitted to send Shadows into Mandalorian space to bring back the truth. But even then, we still obeyed those orders. We betrayed one of our own children because it was commanded by a single man, and is that not what you would call a slave?”

“Who was that, by the way?” Myles asked sharply. “Who ordered Obi-Wan shipped off? Asking for a friend.”

“Is the friend me or Sheila?” Arla asked quietly. “Because I have a new scope and someone threatened my riduur'be'vod.”

“It was Chancellor Palpatine and he’s super creepy,” Anakin declared. “He acts all nice and friendly but he’s Depur and he’s creepy about it.”

“He called to speak to you once,” Qui-Gon Jinn said suddenly from his place under Jet'ba'ji Dooku’s arm. “I was distracted at the time, but it is odd he would call to talk to a child.”

“More than once,” Anakin said. “The sleemo tried a lot before you got out of the Healer’s. I didn’t answer. I’m not an idiot, I know not to trust a Depur who tries to send away people who protect you.”

“That is… disturbing,” Jaster said. Jango snorted at his Buir’s understatement.

“This? This is how I feel right before I bring home a new planet,” he pointed out, watching Buir’s face as realization broke over it. “If a demagolka leads, everyone suffers. Removing the demagolka and putting someone sensible in their place usually fixes the suffering, and people feel gratitude when suffering ends, which is why they keep swearing to Mandalore.”

“They swear to you, ner ad, not Mandalore,” Jaster said automatically. “But I finally see the logic.”

Jango looked back at the Council, all of whom now looked deeply uncomfortable with the revelations. “So, are you going to look into that or am I cleaning the Republic’s house for them?”

“We will deliberate,” said the wrinkled one.

“We’ll take care of it,” snapped the Korun man. The Kel Dor nodded in agreement, along with a few others. “We should have taken care of it a long time ago. There’s a shatterpoint the size of a small moon on that man, and I don’t think it’s a good thing.”

“May the Force be with you, Masters,” Obi-Wan said from his place in the circle of Jango’s arms.

“And with you, Knight Kenobi,” said a Cerean man. “And many happy returns on your marriage. You should go celebrate that. We will see to the matter of a Chancellor too fond of slavery and small boys.”

<X>

In 956 AR, the Galaxy began a slow shift. By 960 AR that change was expanding rapidly enough to notice. By 968 AR, the shift had solidified into an Empire founded on ideas of freedom, fairness, and family. Threatened by this bastion of Light, a Sith Lord made a panicked choice to try destroying one enemy with another. This choice would be his undoing, which made the growing Light all the more firmly entrenched.

Although he was deeply involved in the whole affair, one Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi hardly noticed the change in the Force. He was far too busy making out for lost time with his riduur, the Warlord Jango Fett.

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Translations:
Ob’ika’s jare'la shebs: Obi-Wan's reckless ass
Burc'ya: friend
Dini’la jettise: Crazy Jedi (plural)
Me'bana, vod?: What's happening, comrade?
Kaysh'e aliit be Ob’ika: They are Obi-Wan's family. (Plural)
Mandokarla: being the epitome of Mando virtue.
Nayc: No.
Ven’riduur be’Alor utreekov’la: Our Leader's fiancee is an idiot.
Kaysh mirsh solus: Their brain cell is lonely. (Singular)
riduurok: Mandalorian marriage vows.
Cyare: beloved
Jetii’tsad: Jedi Order
Ba’ji’buir: Teacher-Parent
shuk'la: broken
or’dinii’la: foolish, moronic
mesh'la: beautiful
mirdala: clever, intelligent, intellectual
dral: bright, powerful
ruusaanyc: reliable, trustworthy
kotep: brave.
Kaysh jatnese be te jatnese.: They are the best of the best. (Singular)
Nu draar: not never, a very strong "no way"
Ni copaani ner aliit bal ner riduur.: I want my family and my spouse.
Riduur: spouse.
riduur'be'vod: Spouse of my sibling, sibling-in-law
Notes:
Many thanks to MrDingo, whomst helped with inventing the conversation between Bant and the NB dock worker. Basically this whole fic was birthed of an idea that got batted about the Oya, Manda'lor! discord server and that scene was ripped right from a half-RP session.
The dockworker's sibling is the also NB medic who gave Obi-Wan the sitrep when he came out of bacta. They're the one in charge of supply logistics for the Dral’ne Cuyan's medical bays, as well as being the one who usually stays behind on the ship to organize anything big and dramatic they need so the second someone needing a tank or surgery hits the ship the medics can jump into action.
"Nobody shot you because we wanted Obi-Wan to have friends" voice is Arla.
I do have notes to deal with the fallout of Melida-Daan in a future work, Garen is helping me set that up by dropping a hint that it was shitty to people who will lovingly pry.
The "diet and exercise routine" that Bant mentions is literally just everyone shoving snacks in his hand whenever they can to help put some meat on his bones (I headcanon Mandos as food-is-love types, and they all adore him) and Myles very specifically issuing orders to lock him out of the sparring rooms after hours so he can't replace 8 hours real sleep with 4 hours of hard workout followed by 4 hours light coma. Bant is used to Obi-Wan being perpetually underfed and overworked, which doesn't actually build muscle well, so the changes she's seeing are better body fat percentage (as in, he has some now) and muscle development, which speaks to diet+exercise changes.
Pleasing rumble voice is Jaster.
Plo spends enough time on his Finding missions connecting to slave communities (because Force Sensitive kids are frequently high-value slaves and he needs to make contacts to Find them) that he just went back over all prior contact with Anakin in the light of knowing he's Amavikka and found the Council terribly wanting, hence sound of horror.
Much thanks to Celesta_SunStar, who is responsible for Quin's lines to the Council.
The words Jango uses to express his desire for forgiveness are the ones used to express a willingness to pay a blood debt, basically very serious words that frame around the concept of debt and owing to the one who was harmed, which is why Obi-Wan replies with "no debt".
It's harder to use Force Suggestion slight of hand to trick people into thinking your actions are fine when they're not in the room with you when they think about said actions. It's also harder to trick people over holocoms, although not impossible, so Qui was only sort of affected and remembered when prompted.
For the record, nobody knows Palpatine is a Sith, they think he's a child molester. It's not going to make a difference in whether he gets left in power, although I'm purposely leaving it vague as to if he's still alive to stir shit later, or if they ganked him. I'm leaning towards "he was deposed and thrown out of all reasonable establishments in civilized space because when both the Jedi AND the Mandalorians agree that someone is a danger to children and the general public good everyone listens because those two don't agree on anything." as the answer.
I am planning a one shot with JangObi smut, to immediately follow this chapter in timeline, but more easily skippable for those who do not do with the stories of smut. That will most likely be the next thing out in this series, but I myself am variable in my sexual attractions so I need to wait for my own headspace to be smutty to write that.

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TellinglyNotTelling on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 02:41AM UTC

Hi! I’ve been following this story from the beginning as a guest, and it’s one of the best I’ve read all year. Your ability to write characters and conversations, especially while juggling POVs with differing interpretations of situations (aka: everybody Thinks they know what’s going on while in actuality nobody does) is amazing. I died whenever Jaster, Myles, or the rest of the Braincell Group tried to push the two main lovesick fools into some kind of plot resolution, only for Quinlan Vos, Disaster Jedi, and Yan Dooku, Dignified Jedi, to sweep in and force (heh) them to talk about things. And this final chapter! Jango hollering at the Council! Anakin concerning everyone every time he speaks! Obi-Wan finally getting hit with the clue-stick about how much he’s loved! The impromptu Jedi-Mandalorian Obi-Wan Protection Squad coming together to fix the galaxy through talking things out and getting some karking therapy! Just, wow. And now that everyone is finally on the same page, the honeymoon period can begin. Looking forward to whatever you choose to do with this ‘verse in the future.

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:53AM UTC
  
  Thank you so much! I really love the 2+2=Fish style of misunderstanding fic, but it IS kinda hard to pull off (so much planning, so many word choices that mattered far more than a synonym ought to, argh) and I'm glad I managed it. Quinalan Vos, Disaster Jedi is good for fixing things like this, though, because he just barrels in and says shit, and then stuff is at least out there for other people to be like "hey wait a minute that's not right, is it?" about.
  
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2. 1. ValkyriePhoenix on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:41AM UTC
    
    God bless Disaster Vos, Himbo of Himbos. ( *Would absolutely climb that tree* )
    
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Freerunner4427 on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 02:46AM UTC

Darling, take all the time you need. You just neatly delivered this beautiful conclusion with every loose tie all wrapped up in a pretty bow. I am satisfied.
Now, I’m going to go imagine several lightsabers and beskar vibroknives sticking out of Palpatine’s very dead, slightly smoking, corpse. It’s a far nobler death than I originally wanted, but unfortunately Loth Wolves are somewhat picky about what they eat and something as dark in the Force as that wrinkled bastard might give them indigestion.

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1. ValkyriePhoenix on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:24AM UTC
  
  Hsiss exist though. They wouldn't get indigestion, being the SW version of basilisks (magical battlefield clean up crew, eats everything, also dark!magic!snake). The main difficulty is in convincing them to eat him. You need another Darksiders for that. Maul, maybe?
  
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2. 1. Freerunner4427 on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:35AM UTC
    
    You make a very good point, and by this time I think Maul would be more than happy to help considering just how badly the wrinkled darkside raisin screwed him over.
    
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3. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:56AM UTC
  
  Oh I left a few loose ends for the purpose of easy access to splice in later with other fics, but I'm glad it feels finished.
  (I decided that I needed a spare Sith running about for part 2, hence leaving Skeevy Sheevy to fuck about and find out another day. Also I need him out of power ASAP and the fic gains five chapters I don't have planned if I make the Mandos do it, and the Jedi aren't going to use the incredibly excessive firepower actually needed to take down a Sith on a man they don't know is a Sith. The Mandos would just because he hurt Obi-Wan, but again, five chapter war campaign.)
  
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4. 1. Freerunner4427 on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:59AM UTC
    
    Hello there! (Sorry, couldn't help myself.)
    So we're definitely getting a part two?! Happy days! This is gonna be fun as heck!
    
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DeathDove on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 02:49AM UTC

Aw, I loved this story! Those two idiots are my two favorite idiots.

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:57AM UTC
  
  Thank you. They really are the Best Idiots.
  
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inexplicifics on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:06AM UTC

It is always nice to see someone reading the Council the riot act! Nicely done!

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:58AM UTC
  
  As a fandom, we do love a nice batch of Council Shaming in the morning, don't we?
  
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Argentee on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:11AM UTC

💕 EEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I loved this so much! The gathering of Obi's aliit around him! The Jedi Council finally getting told off! Obi and Jango finally becoming riduur! 💕
And Ani gets raised with THERAPY for his trauma of a childhood as a slave and an example of what a healthy jedi marriage looks like. So if he and Padme end up together it doesn't end up a giant cluster-kriff
And Grandpa Dooku doesn't fall. He spoils his great-grandpadwan just the right amount.

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:05AM UTC
  
  Obi-Wan: Exists
  Me (and by extension my Mando OCs): *dumps entire bag of family love and support on him* You want more? We got more.
  Ani will get raised in a household that puts healthy marriages of all sorts around him near constantly, combined with strong lessons in balancing loving another person and having responsibilities and what a power dynamic is and how to find a healthy one and proper communication (protip: don't do what Ob'buir and Jan'buir did) and how to actually fucking manage your passions so they don't become obsessions. No matter who he ends up with (I honestly don't ship AniDala, but I can't see him NOT being interested in romance later? I don't know of anyone I ship him with, actually, CanonAni needs to be shipped with Therapy, not a person.) he's going to be much healthier.
  Grandpa Dooku doesn't have time to fall, he gets the job of bailing Ani out of all those illegal podraces and speeder joyrides at 2am after Obi-Wan finds out he's the one who helped Ani get an atmo-pilot license at 13 instead of 16 (it needs a family member to sign off on, like early drivers licenses).
  
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2. 1. ValkyriePhoenix on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:37AM UTC
    
    "actually, CanonAni needs to be shipped with Therapy, not a person"
    ^This. But once that's taken care of, I could see a wide variety of Ships Sailing. I think the main problem with shipping him is how few of his age mates we see. Aayla, Ventress, and Padmé are 5-7 years older than him, Ahsoka's set are 6 years younger. People who became padawans the same year as him are still three to four years older. And of them, only Aayla has similar experiences to ground understanding, and I see them more as sibling-cousins. Therapy!Anakin would probably require an OC ship, assuming Rex doesn't exist.
    
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hypernousnight on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:13AM UTC

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space_monkey52 on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:15AM UTC

Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!

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ColorMeWind on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:16AM UTC

This was so much fun, thank you for sharing all of your hard work! Whenever you feel like returning to this au, I will happily read whatever you share. I love the dock worker being like "wow I guess they're all just like that, whatever just move your ship and see your friend you absolute weirdos." Also, the dramatic confession in front of everyone was very on brand, I loved it. Thanks again for sharing!
Yoda: we'll look into it, maybe
Everyone: shUT

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:10AM UTC
  
  Dock worker: I don't have time for this shit, at least they're not my problem now.
  Jango: He is my problem now and forever and I will FIGHT YOU OVER THIS.
  
  Seriously, after all this, nobody has patience with Yoda anymore. Like, we respect your age and wisdom, but you're also clearly not adapting with the times and you need to learn when to keep your ass in your own damn lane. So from now on we're gonna see a dynamic of:
  Yoda: *breathes*
  Everyone: Bish don't even try it.
  
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ValkyriePhoenix on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:19AM UTC

" the size of a small moon "
*Still snickering*

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:10AM UTC
  
  That's no moon.
  
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2. 1. ValkyriePhoenix on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:27AM UTC
    
    *iT's A sPaCe StAtIoN*
    
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Elf_Kid on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:22AM UTC

Excellent and amazing and I absolutely love it!
The PUBLIC AND UTTERLY UNAMBIGUOUS CONFESSION OF LOVE!!! I cannot. I simply. Wow. Amazing. Yes.
They're married now!
I love how the Council took the revelation about chain-blind slavery. And Anakin's flawless delivery of the news. And the threats to clean-house at the Senate! Excellent.
Also, Anakin's decription of Chancellor Palpatine is excellent, and I love seeing the conclusion they all drew based on his interest in a young boy, isolated from his guardians.
This is excellent. Truly, truly excellent. Thank You for this!

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:12AM UTC
  
  As Myles pointed out, they've been DOING the vows, they don't have to have SAID the vows. So yeah, married, no take-backs, go be happy you trench-coated neuroses.
  Anakin really shone this chapter, despite not being the actual focus.
  
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StephanieStephanie on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:39AM UTC

I loved how fast the comm became chaotic!

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:10PM UTC
  
  Chaos is the order of the day when Mandos call Jedi.
  
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LlyricaLux on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:51AM UTC

That last line XD
💜💜💜💜💜

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:10PM UTC
  
  ❤
  
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Vladimir_Mithrander on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:55AM UTC

Kudos 3000 (thought I left kudos a long time ago)

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:10PM UTC
  
  I've done that. Thank you for reading!
  
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Yes_it_Really_is_Feeney on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:19AM UTC

wonderful and funny story all around. i love how you ended it and f you put up a sequel going over some of the past then i will happily read that as well. i love the 'chain-blind' speech and that some of the jedi get it and some dont. love jaster realizing that 'hey i feel slightly murderous and want to do something... wait is this what you feel before i get another planet to rule?' over all just a wonderful story and i loved it so much.

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:11PM UTC
  
  I'm glad you enjoyed!
  
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DeathLife97 on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:23AM UTC

I can't wait to see how you continue this in the future! I'm also curious if you have any other Mando/Jedi relationships in your 'verse ;)

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1. ValkyriePhoenix on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:44AM UTC
  
  " if you have any other Mando/Jedi relationships"
  *Sneaks it onto Bairn's To Do List*
  Siri/Myles could be fun.... Or Quin/Myles for a completely different dynamic.
  
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2. 1. DeathLife97 on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 03:55PM UTC
    
    Oh God which relationship would give Obi-Wan the bigger headache? XD
    
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  2. 1. ValkyriePhoenix on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:45PM UTC
      
      Siri/Myles would be Very Effective, which would give Obi a headache just trying to avoid the Efficiency and Mother Henning. On the other hand Quin/Myles contains Quinlan who is a walking headache all on his own.
      
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    2. 1. DeathLife97 on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 07:09PM UTC
        
        I can see Myles/Siri trying to adopt Obi so they can nag him XD
        
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  3. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:09PM UTC
    
    Myles is Aro in this, so it would be queerplatonic at best. Perhaps a friends with bennies situation. Which really just means that any Jedi who want a fun time in bed without the associated attachment issues on their partners side could be possibilities.
    So if I may, Myles: the Jedi Order Bicycle who is just here for a good time on his vacation before having to go braincell again.
    
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biblioworm on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:32AM UTC

He’s a very intelligent idiot who happens to be good at politics and utter osik at emotions. // He’s a very intelligent idiot who happens to be good at freeing/leading people and 50% osik at emotions. — That’s it, that’s the story. (Jango’s percentage is fully arbitrary but definitely less than Obi-Wan’s because he’s actually had healthy familial and romantic relationships and therapy.)
Jedi siblings and Mandalorian vod exchanging notes on how to manage a “put my health and happiness last always” Obi-Wan is delightful.
“I want to marry whoever’s been handling his diet and exercise routine.” — I’m a-okay with a whole bunch of adoptions/marriages and the beginning of a new era of Jetii Mando'ade. Just saying.
“Not what I meant,” Anakin said with a scrunched nose. “I mean Depur - Owner Master, not Ba’ji’buir Master. They may be Palace-slaves and half chain-blind, but that doesn’t make them not slaves too.” — Out of the mouths of babes. Babes who know shades of slavery and freedom and the lies that make it bearable but no less horrifying.
“He’s everything good and wonderful in this galaxy, honorable and selfless and competent as all kriff and tenacious and mandokarla bal mesh'la bal mirdala bal dral bal ruusaanyc bal kotep. Kaysh jatnese be te jatnese.” — Jango going all love confessions verbal spew in front of the Council and Mando aliit and the Force and Ka’ra and hopefully even some Force ghosts with metaphorical popcorn is everything I had hoped for.
“Is the friend me or Sheila?” Arla asked quietly. “Because I have a new scope and someone threatened my riduur'be'vod.” — Question: Hypothetically, if beskar muffles one’s presence in the Force, what would the success rate of a Mandalorian sniper in full beskar-gam firing a pure beskar bullet at a shady government official be? Asking for a friend.
There’s a shatterpoint the size of a small moon on that man — Man, I know it’s meant in a metaphorical sense but the literal version sounds extremely satisfying.
making out for lost time with his riduur — I’m hoping this was deliberate. Because, yes, they’re making UP for lost time, but I’d like to think that they’ve spent years now being *that* couple who is still so ridiculously in love and visibly affectionate that their entire circle just rolls their eyes in loving exasperation. So making OUT is a staggeringly common sight.
"he was deposed and thrown out of all reasonable establishments in civilized space” — P.S. guessing he was put under surveillance since no one trusts a predator to stop being creepy and wrong. And my hypothetical could still apply when he’s seen approaching some young child - taking and breaking children to make Sith apprentices likely looks just as wrong from outside eyes as more expected predatory motives. (You can tell I prefer my Palpatines dead. Fully, no coming back through vague writing in future story lines, DEAD.)
CanonAni needs to be shipped with Therapy, not a person — AMEN (only after So Much Therapy can he think about some nebulous future romance, being to be determined.)

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1. ValkyriePhoenix on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:48AM UTC
  
  "what would the success rate of a Mandalorian sniper in full beskar-gam firing a pure beskar bullet at a shady government official be?"
  Somewhere around Winter Soldier.
  
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2. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:20PM UTC
  
  This ship is just minmaxed idiots, really. Obi-Wan used Feelings as a dump Stat and Jango used Politics/Paperwork as his, so they balance each other out.
  Oh there's gonna be a new Era. Lots of Mando’ade have competency kinks that make Jedi super appealing, but they also entirely understand Duty vs Personal Desire and make good partners to Jedi because they won't demand their Cyare'e put them before Duty. Just that the duty be a real one and not the dumb republic slavery bullshit.
  Hypothetically... there is a reason they have a reputation as skilled bounty hunters. That's a damn near unstoppable method of problem removal.
  That shatterpoint is no moon....
  It was not a typo.
  He'll be dead by the end of part 2, promise.
  
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heartkuller on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:37AM UTC

Obi-Wan's friends love his idiot self so much. A very smart, but also immensely stupid man who deals with *so so so* much and really needs to talk to a mind healer.
Obi-Wan is yet again proven as Mando-bait. If they don't want to marry him, they wanna adopt him.
And finally the two di'kute talk to each other. (At least... somewhat.)
Ah, Palpacreep getting destroyed is also my dream, Arla.
Jaster finally understanding the feeling Jango has when he brings in planets is pure gold. Dawning horror, but realization is exactly it.

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:24PM UTC
  
  Obi-Wan is ALWAYS Mando-nip. He's just oozing mandokar and everyone can see it.
  (They don't do much more talking, but there's more communication that happens in the as yet unwritten smut one shot. Ursula voice: Never underestimate the importance of body language.)
  Arla and Myles speak for us all.
  Jaster just needed to see what Jango was seeing. Being the home front leader makes him somewhat less in touch with non-homeworld current events.
  
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Mitsususu on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:37AM UTC

Wonderful ending!!

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:24PM UTC
  
  Thank you!
  
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Lemonsunset on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 04:43AM UTC

This was hilarious and cute, I loved every second. I would LOVE for more, but you take your time. Thank you so much for this. 💋💖💖💖💋💖💋💋

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:24PM UTC
  
  Thank you, my dear!
  
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DarthGoose on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:58AM UTC

I LOVE your much more plausible than canon Anakin.
He was raised by a loving mother who was a slave, who knew all about the cruelty and horrors sentients are capable of, who was therefore protective of him and that would have been expressed in large part by raising him with knowledge that will keep him safe when he can. She absolutely would have warned him about pervs and how to recognize them
Anakin was a street smart boy. There's no way that a kid like that wouldn't have his pedo-radar screaming at Palpatine's early grooming attempts. Even if he didn't feel that he could tell any adults at the temple, he would have been sneaky and tried to find ways to avoid him and to try not to draw attention to himself imo
He was separated from his mother, yes, but wasn't raised love starved and Palp's advances and cooing were nothing like his mother's love
Loved your fic, great ending

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1. BairnSidhe on Chapter 10 Mon 19 Jul 2021 05:30PM UTC
  
  Oh yeah, this Ani makes way more sense. Like, is he angry? Yeah, duh, that's a healthy response to the bullshit he's witnessed. Is he scared? Sometimes yeah, he has reasonable threat assessment and the world has a proven capability of being shifty. Is he so starved for affection that he runs headlong to the first friendly mask he sees? No.
  Although in defense of Canon Ani, he was basically told "You're free! Except for all these ways that the Jedi you joined are totally also slaves but ones who can't see it. And oh yeah, you've been requested by the Chancellor and we're not giving you a say because you're a kid and we know best" and he HAD to be expecting the worst and when it never happened... Palps was good at Force mindfuckery. The doubt sowed by conflicting expectations and realities would give him an in to start redecorating Ani's brainpan.
  
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