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[#135] An Unanticipated Rescue (Star Wars)
Theme Prompt: #135 - Out of Sorts
Title: An Unanticipated Rescue
Fandom: Star Wars Rebels/The Mandalorian
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 906
Summary: AU for The Mandalorian. Ezra is stranded on an uninhabited moon until a ship unexpectedly crashes on his home.
An Unanticipated Rescue:
It starts as a pull, a need to move, that builds to a restlessness Ezra hasn’t felt in a long time. There was a time when he’d have argued against what the Force is telling him. Now he just laughs helplessly.
“I can’t leave,” Ezra says out loud, even though he’s the only one here. “There’s no way off this planet.”
Still, the feeling persists. It leaves him feeling out of sorts. He can’t even concentrate enough to meditate. He tries taking a walk instead.
And then a ship crashing takes out the home he’s built over several years. He doesn’t feel like he’s in danger, but the need to leave the planet it still there. Ezra sighs. He should be excited, maybe even ecstatic, but he doesn’t know if the ship will even have anyone friendly onboard or if it can even take off. He might have to rebuild his home and put up with unexpected guests. Something on the outside of the ship explodes. A fire suppression system puts it out.
It’s a gunship, older, definitely modified. Those don’t tend to hold many people, right?
Ezra carefully finds a vantage point where he can easily watch and approach if he wants to or run if the occupants are dangerous.
The ramp eventually lowers and a Mandalorian exits. His armor is shiny and it makes Ezra long for Sabine. He used to tag along when she’d talk to the pilots before painting their helmets. All that shiny armor to design on, she’d be thrilled.
As the Mandalorian starts figuring out what repairs his ship needs there’s movement at the top of the ramp. And then Ezra’s being mentally prodded at. It’s a quick brush, likely trying to see if he’s dangerous. He sends a greeting back and gets sent a rush of excitement. The person is likely young. Ezra moves forwards, trying to see who he’s communicating with.
Hi. I’m Ezra, Ezra laughs mentally. He’s better at sharing feelings than thoughts.
Except this person’s talented at communicating mentally. They are easily picking up on what Ezra is trying to say to them and their thoughts are clear when they tell him, I’m Grogu. Can you tell my dad that’s my name?
The Mandalorian is suddenly standing in front of him. Ezra blinks, trying to look past him to see Grogu. He’s still at the top of the ramp. He’s tiny. Not human. He’s clearly from the same species as Master Yoda.
“Hey! Hey, no,” the Mandalorian growls at him. “Pay attention to me, not him.”
“You have a nice voice,” Ezra tells him as he realizes he should figure out how many people are actually aboard. It’s just Grogu and the Mandalorian. “Oh, you’re his dad. He says his name is Grogu.”
“What?”
“Your son. He asked me to tell you his name. It’s Grogu.”
“It’s just one of those days,” the Mandalorian complains, then asks, “You’re a Jedi?”
Ezra blinks. The Force isn’t telling him that Grogu or this man will harm him and he’s still getting the feeling he should leave the planet and yet how would saying he’s a Jedi put him in danger?
“Unless you try to hurt me or him I’m not going to hurt you,” the Mandalorian reassures.
Ezra stares. Is he really that easy to read? Only Grogu seems to be Force sensitive.
“How long have you been on this moon?”
“It’s a moon?” Ezra sighs. “I thought it was a planet.”
“It’s supposed to be uninhabited,” the Mandalorian continues. “How’d you get here?”
Ezra considers lying for a moment, but Grogu would be able to tell and the Mandalorian might want to scrap a non-existent ship for parts. “Purrgil.”
“Purrgil? They crashed your ship?” the Mandalorian asks, concern threading through his tone.
Ezra shakes his head. “One of them left me here. I thought my family would find me, but they haven’t yet.”
The Mandalorian doesn’t comment for a long moment. Ezra isn’t sure what to say so he introduces himself. “I’m Ezra.”
“Din. Are you a Jedi?”
Ezra hesitates again. He almost tells Din that Jedi is a religion, but then he’d have to explain. He almost says that there are the remnants of an old temple here. It’s how he’d been knighted, how he’d built a new lightsaber, and yet Grogu isn’t trained enough to be tested at that temple. He wants to ask about Inquisitors. The thought leaves him feeling protective of Grogu.
“Yes,” he finally answers.
Din sighs. “Do you need to borrow some clothes?”
Ezra looks down at himself. He’s barely got pants he’s ripped into shorts left. “That would probably be good.”
“Sonic,” Din offers. “Haircut?”
Ezra tugs on his braid. “Are you any good at cutting hair?”
“I was taught to cut my own.”
“By who?” Ezra asks even as he knows the question is a ridiculous one.
Din hesitates. “He…his name was Boil. He also taught me to shave, how to use a blaster, and Twi’leki.”
For a moment Ezra wants to talk about adoptive parents. He sighs instead. “I can help you with your ship.”
“After the sonics and some clothes,” Din encourages.
“Thank you.”
Din inclines his head. “Come meet the kid, his name is really Grogu?”
“That’s what he told me.”
“I have so many questions,” Din mutters.
Ezra laughs and reaches out to squeeze Din’s hand. “So do I.”
Together they walk towards Din’s ship.
Title: An Unanticipated Rescue
Fandom: Star Wars Rebels/The Mandalorian
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 906
Summary: AU for The Mandalorian. Ezra is stranded on an uninhabited moon until a ship unexpectedly crashes on his home.
An Unanticipated Rescue:
It starts as a pull, a need to move, that builds to a restlessness Ezra hasn’t felt in a long time. There was a time when he’d have argued against what the Force is telling him. Now he just laughs helplessly.
“I can’t leave,” Ezra says out loud, even though he’s the only one here. “There’s no way off this planet.”
Still, the feeling persists. It leaves him feeling out of sorts. He can’t even concentrate enough to meditate. He tries taking a walk instead.
And then a ship crashing takes out the home he’s built over several years. He doesn’t feel like he’s in danger, but the need to leave the planet it still there. Ezra sighs. He should be excited, maybe even ecstatic, but he doesn’t know if the ship will even have anyone friendly onboard or if it can even take off. He might have to rebuild his home and put up with unexpected guests. Something on the outside of the ship explodes. A fire suppression system puts it out.
It’s a gunship, older, definitely modified. Those don’t tend to hold many people, right?
Ezra carefully finds a vantage point where he can easily watch and approach if he wants to or run if the occupants are dangerous.
The ramp eventually lowers and a Mandalorian exits. His armor is shiny and it makes Ezra long for Sabine. He used to tag along when she’d talk to the pilots before painting their helmets. All that shiny armor to design on, she’d be thrilled.
As the Mandalorian starts figuring out what repairs his ship needs there’s movement at the top of the ramp. And then Ezra’s being mentally prodded at. It’s a quick brush, likely trying to see if he’s dangerous. He sends a greeting back and gets sent a rush of excitement. The person is likely young. Ezra moves forwards, trying to see who he’s communicating with.
Hi. I’m Ezra, Ezra laughs mentally. He’s better at sharing feelings than thoughts.
Except this person’s talented at communicating mentally. They are easily picking up on what Ezra is trying to say to them and their thoughts are clear when they tell him, I’m Grogu. Can you tell my dad that’s my name?
The Mandalorian is suddenly standing in front of him. Ezra blinks, trying to look past him to see Grogu. He’s still at the top of the ramp. He’s tiny. Not human. He’s clearly from the same species as Master Yoda.
“Hey! Hey, no,” the Mandalorian growls at him. “Pay attention to me, not him.”
“You have a nice voice,” Ezra tells him as he realizes he should figure out how many people are actually aboard. It’s just Grogu and the Mandalorian. “Oh, you’re his dad. He says his name is Grogu.”
“What?”
“Your son. He asked me to tell you his name. It’s Grogu.”
“It’s just one of those days,” the Mandalorian complains, then asks, “You’re a Jedi?”
Ezra blinks. The Force isn’t telling him that Grogu or this man will harm him and he’s still getting the feeling he should leave the planet and yet how would saying he’s a Jedi put him in danger?
“Unless you try to hurt me or him I’m not going to hurt you,” the Mandalorian reassures.
Ezra stares. Is he really that easy to read? Only Grogu seems to be Force sensitive.
“How long have you been on this moon?”
“It’s a moon?” Ezra sighs. “I thought it was a planet.”
“It’s supposed to be uninhabited,” the Mandalorian continues. “How’d you get here?”
Ezra considers lying for a moment, but Grogu would be able to tell and the Mandalorian might want to scrap a non-existent ship for parts. “Purrgil.”
“Purrgil? They crashed your ship?” the Mandalorian asks, concern threading through his tone.
Ezra shakes his head. “One of them left me here. I thought my family would find me, but they haven’t yet.”
The Mandalorian doesn’t comment for a long moment. Ezra isn’t sure what to say so he introduces himself. “I’m Ezra.”
“Din. Are you a Jedi?”
Ezra hesitates again. He almost tells Din that Jedi is a religion, but then he’d have to explain. He almost says that there are the remnants of an old temple here. It’s how he’d been knighted, how he’d built a new lightsaber, and yet Grogu isn’t trained enough to be tested at that temple. He wants to ask about Inquisitors. The thought leaves him feeling protective of Grogu.
“Yes,” he finally answers.
Din sighs. “Do you need to borrow some clothes?”
Ezra looks down at himself. He’s barely got pants he’s ripped into shorts left. “That would probably be good.”
“Sonic,” Din offers. “Haircut?”
Ezra tugs on his braid. “Are you any good at cutting hair?”
“I was taught to cut my own.”
“By who?” Ezra asks even as he knows the question is a ridiculous one.
Din hesitates. “He…his name was Boil. He also taught me to shave, how to use a blaster, and Twi’leki.”
For a moment Ezra wants to talk about adoptive parents. He sighs instead. “I can help you with your ship.”
“After the sonics and some clothes,” Din encourages.
“Thank you.”
Din inclines his head. “Come meet the kid, his name is really Grogu?”
“That’s what he told me.”
“I have so many questions,” Din mutters.
Ezra laughs and reaches out to squeeze Din’s hand. “So do I.”
Together they walk towards Din’s ship.
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