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Grogu and Din Djarin standing near four sports cars. Formula E Panasonic Jaguar Racing GEN2 (Kit #76898), Ford Mustang Dark Horse (kit # 67920), Ford Mustang GT (kit # 10265), Ford GT (2022 kit # 42154). LEGO mini-figs of Grogu in the hover pram and the Mandalorian.
Almost
Grogu was exhausted. Again. He thought that with all the rest he had traveling to Enarc that heâd have more than enough energy to enjoy every park, every playground, every ride, every game, every everything! Of course he hadnât counted on spending so much time pouting at his dad. That was exhausting all on its own. He had thought his dad had wanted to just spend time with him having fun. Then heâd found out about her. Muun. What a silly name. That had made him pout too. People said Grogu was a silly name, but Muun Bajir⌠did she even know what that meant in Mandoâa?
Then, just before they started their descent to the planet where they would go to their designated landing pad, his dad had explained that he just wanted to get a message to his old friend. If they couldnât spend time together that was fine. What was important was spending time with Grogu.Â
That had made a difference. Grogu found it very hard to hold a grudge of any sort against his dad and doing that over a person he didnât even have to meet in person⌠well, that was just plain silly and more than a little selfish on his part. He almost felt bad about all the pouting.Â
When they finally landed and were checked through Enarcâs processes, it turned out that Muun was already heading out. His dad talked to her for about thirty seconds and then she was gone. Which was too bad. She seemed nice. She smiled at him. He was surprised at how young she seemed. Not that he thought his dad was old, but somehow the person he saw for those brief moments seemed ageless somehow. The only other person Grogu had ever met who could do that was one of the Jedi Masters at the temple on Coruscant. Master Selena had that way about her. Grogu wondered if she was related to Muun. It was possible. Master Selena had a quirky sense of humor.
âOkay, Buddy. Muun canât stay. She has critical cargo to take to Coruscant. At least I was able to touch base with her. You know sheâs good friends with Lack Straso. Maybe weâll see her again at the Cin Vhetin on Ordo.â
Grogu nodded and smiled at his dad. Maybe they would. As long as they were going to meet her again together, Grogu didnât really care. His seemed a lot less anxious and Grogu was glad about that. He wasnât sure what Din Djarin had been anxious about before and he hadnât really wanted to find out. Peli had mentioned to him more than once that his dad needed to find a mate. Someone who could spend time with them and cook and clean and all that sort of thing.Â
Grogu had commented that they had R5. Peli had laughed long and loud and reported that it would be hard to find anyone who cooked worse than R5. He had shrugged at that and let the topic drop. Peli was always talking about the people she had attachments to and that made her want everyone else to have attachments as well. That struck Grogu as odd considering how poorly most of those relationships ended. It seemed like a lot of trouble to just have someone else cook for you. He could get that by going to the cantina.
Fortunately, Grogu and his dad were just going to spend the time on Enarc together and that was exactly what Grogu had wanted, until heâd gotten his fill of it after four impossible days of filling every hour with some sort of fun. Thatâs why he was so exhausted. He actually needed some time to sleep, to be a little lazy, to eat an extra frog or two. The way he and his dad had played vid games, raced around the city spanning track in specially outfitted land speeders, bounced themselves silly at the âJump and Thumpâ petting zoo, and got drenched with water in the âOver the Fallsâ parachute drop, youâd have thought that they were both having fun for the very first time in their lives.Â
Din Djarin had agreed to do everything Grogu asked him to do and then things that they both liked, like driving the strange land speeders that had wheels instead of repulser systems, they did three or four times in a row. Grogu wished he could have a track like that on Nevarro, but he knew it would require a lot of upkeep and maintenance and that just thinking like that at all proved that his dadâs teachings were really taking hold of him. He was becoming a Mandalorian even without saying the Creed or wearing a lot of armor.
The last ride they were on was called âToss Upâ. It was strange and wonderful. You walk into a big clear ball thatâs held by something that looks mostly like a human hand, but even a human hand had never been made that big. It was huge. Then you strap yourself to the wall. Which was weird. Just weird. His dad wanted to hold him but Grogu had waved the Mandalorian off. He wanted to experience the ride like any other person.Â
Which was fine while other âballsâ were being loaded. Then the âhandsâ moved the balls in a circle until suddenly they were being thrown across, caught, thrown across in the other direction, caught, lather, rinse, repeat. Each toss caused the ball to spin and each catch abruptly stopped the spinning and the next toss would cause the spinning in a different direction. When that was ride was over they had both fallen out of their ball and laid on the ground for a while to catch their breath.Â
Apparently everyone got off that ride the same way and the folks who ran it were prepared for it. They brought pillows and cold damp clothes to everyone who exited. Only a few people had to have medical attention and Grogu was glad that neither he nor his dad had needed that kind of help. It had been a great way to end their visit. Needless to say, they only rode that ride once. It was enough.
He finally wondered as they bought a couple of souvenirs if they should get something for Muun. She had missed a lot of great rides and games and fun and Grogu was almost sorry about that. Almost.
A glowing blue Jedi Holocron set on a plinth within an ancient Jedi Temple. Image from Wookieepedia, attributed to Star Wars: The Force Unleashed video game.
The Great and Wondrous Ylani
âThe Light of Fire! That is a name for a Jedi! Welcome Jedi Grogu, son of Din Djarin, follower of the Dream Guardian. I have been waiting for you.â
Those were the exact words the holocron image of Master Ylani intoned as soon as Kish brought the iridescent sphere down from the niche high above them in the temple on Tzura. Grogu was surprised and Kish chuckled. Heâd obviously met Master Ylani many other times.
âMaster Ylani, Grogu hasâŚâ
âLet the lad speak for himself. I am havenât heard any other of our line speak for many centuries.â
Huh? He was supposed to speak their native language? Heâd only heard and learned a bit of it from Master Yoda and Master Yaddle. What if he said it wrong or didnât know the words?
âYou are among friends, Grogu. Say what you can. It will be all right.â
Grogu took a deep breath and proceeded to speak to Master Ylani in the language of their people. To Kish and anyone else, excepting perhaps Taâlan, it would have sounded like nothing more than cooâs and chirps and exclamations. It definitely didnât sound like Gal Basic.
âI am Din Grogu, of Clan Mudhorn. My father is Din Djarin and I claim Taâlan Bet as my mother⌠but please donât tell her that. I donât want her to be hurt.â
Master Ylani acknowledged Groguâs greeting with a nod of their elegant head and a grin that reminded Grogu of Taâlan strangely enough.
âKish Taâlow! He has claimed your daughter as his own mother! What a joy for you! It has been a while since I have spoken to her, padawan Grogu. She likes speaking to those who need her wisdom more than she needs theirs. But that is because she is Brethren and not a Jedi.â
âYlani, we are all worthy and you know that, or you would not be here. Were you causing the Force to direct Grogu to you?â
Grogu was glad that Kish asked that question because he was still imagining what Taâlan would have said to this master when they spoke the very first time.
âYour Dream Guardian is remarkably balanced within the Force, Grogu. The first time we met, she told me that she would like to learn our language. I asked her why and she said that she felt âcalledâ to learn it. Then I learned that she was a Dream Guardian and that was enough for me to agree to begin our lessons. That is all you need to know about her to understand why she does the things she does.â
Grogu had another question to ask.
âWhy are you here and not on Coruscant or Dantooine or Ossus or Ahc-to?â
âOr Lothal, or Jakku, or Takodana, or Chandrila, or Corellia, or any of the other myriad of failed Jedi temples? Because this temple is still whole. The Brethren never forgot the Jedi, even as the Jedi forgot them. We âliveâ on here to continue to serve the Force and share our knowledge and our wisdom. That is, when Kish is not taking us to his study and having us help him with his own research. Tell me, father to many and to none, have you found the holocron for the savior of Ossus?â
âWhich one? Taâlan located Tasaliaâs holocron many years ago. I believe it still resides on Corellia. Is there another?â
Grogu was about to ask if the one Ahsoka Tano had been given when they met her on Jakku was the one that Ylani was interested in and then decided to wait and hear what they had to say for themselves.
âThe one on Corellia was not made by a Jedi, as you well know. Master Nomu hid a holocron somewhere, although Tasalia never said where, that was among the ones that Odn Urr made for the preservation of the Order, fearing the havoc that Exar Kun was about to wreak upon it and the galaxy. Have you located that one?â
Grogu shivered at the holographic imageâs shift in tone. It reminded him of being scolded by Master Yoda for so many things during his time at the Jedi Temple.
âRun not so fast, youngling Grogu. Food will there be when arrive you do.â
âChores away do not go when ignore them you do.â
âSleep for dayâs end is, not when Jedi History taught is.â
And many more sayings along those lines. They always made him feel like he had disappointed Master Yoda without knowing that Master Yoda was paying attention to him at all.
âYou know I have not. Is that why you have called Grogu here? To take up that request?â
Ylani began to laugh and Grogu relaxed. He thought perhaps the holocron of the ancient Jedi was playing a trick on Kish and had needed a very specific audience for it to be effective. He hoped that was true, mostly.
âOf course that is why I called him here. That holocron must be located. Those who dealt with Odan-Urr had little idea that he would also betray them. Master Nomu understood betrayal. He did as his heart told him to do and placed that holocron out of the reach of the Sith who would follow Odan-Urrâs command in years to come. Now it must be located and brought here.â
With that, the holocron shut itself off and Grogu was left to stare at Kish who seemed as bewildered as Grogu felt. Grogu coughed a small cough to get Kishâs attention and tried to smile at his baâbuir when the older man looked at him and seemed both tired and frail, conditions that Grogu never associated with Taâlanâs father.
âWell, Grogu, which of us will tell my daughter about this? That is the task that even Master Ylani was afraid to undertake.â
Grogu sighed. Kish wasnât wrong, but Grogu hoped he wasnât right either. Taâlan would know how these things worked. She had done the same many times. He was worried about Din Djarin. The Mandalorian had never met Master Yoda or Master Yaddle. How would he react to such a demand from Master Ylani? There was no way to bring them in coldâŚ
Image depicts the Hutt Twins on their litter being carried through the streets of Mos Espa, on Tatooine. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 2, The Tribes of Tatooine. Calendar by DateWorks.
Honor
Grogu looked at the vid the Daimyo was showing him of the Hutt twins and the best he could offer his friend was a shrug. He didnât want to think about the people who had spent an outsized percentage of their lives hanging around Tatooine and other planets for the sake their criminal enterprises. He disliked the very thought of anyone being in front of a criminal enterprise, including his friend the Daimyo.
Who took pride in being a cheater? In tricking people or bullying them? Who were the people who liked those types of behaviors? Why was what they wanted more important than anyone elseâs wants and needs? It didnât make sense, it wasnât balanced, and in large measure it was simply wrong.Â
Grogu knew what it was like to have to steal food or water. He knew what it was like to go hungry for days on end and only find resolution through depriving someone else of a meal that might have been their own food for a day or more. He wasnât proud of any of that. He also wasnât entirely incapable of doing such things. He liked to think he balanced his needs against theirs and if the balance was just right he could take the gorg on the stick because the shop keeper would not be meaningfully harmed by it.Â
But there was the problem. He decided what the shop keeper could tolerate. He hadnât asked them. He hadnât offered to make amends. He hadnât paid them, because of course he didnât have any credits. If he had, he would have used them to pay for what he needed.Â
It wasnât that paying was just easier, it also cost him less. Less time, less worry, and a lot less self-loathing. But, in his experience, the people he had met, who were just like the Hutt Twins, were far too pleased with what they had done. They thought it showed the galaxy something about them. It did. Just not what they thought or hoped they were showing.Â
Petty, vindictive, bullying, cowards, who were incapable of handling problems in any other way.Â
Uff. Grogu wanted to just hate people like that. Consign them to being out of balance in the Force and destined to suffer from their own misdeeds. He would think of all the things he would do to them that would stop them from being so cruel and selfish and greedy. But then he would remember that doing that made him more like them, not less like them.Â
He didnât want that either.Â
He went down to the rancor enclosure and sat with the big critter so no one else would see him. Or he thought no one else would see him.Â
âYoungling Grogu. You are troubled.â
It wasnât a question. It was a simple statement of fact.Â
Grogu nodded his head.Â
âI understand. I was often troubled at your age. I wanted things I could not have. I took things that were not mine to take. I promised myself it was for some greater good, but even as I made the promise, I knew I would not keep it. I set myself on a path and saw no way to change it until the very end. I can say I would do things differently, given another chance. But I doubt that is any more honest than those promises I made myself.â
Grogu looked up at the person who was talking to him and sighed. If this was a pep talk, it wasnât really having the desired affect.Â
âMy path changed when I finally connected my actions to myself. I had a son and a daughter. They never knew me for who I once was. Troubled as you are. They only knew me for who I became. For what I had done and could not undo. The harm I caused them directly. Imagine that. Causing your own children harm because you could not see yourself in them and what little you might have seen, you feared, as that was how you ended up on the path that destroyed every good thing that had ever been part of your life. It was a kind of living
torture.â
There was a brief pause before the âpep talkâ continued.
âIn the end, I realized that I could take responsibility for myself, even if it destroyed me. What I didnât know, until much later, was that I could have done that years earlier. I could have turned back at any point and stopped fooling myself. Stopped hurting myself. Stopped hurting others.Â
I am not telling you what to do. But I hope you will heed my advice. Do not set yourself on a path of destruction. Find a way to build something that matters to you. Build friendships. Build families. Build love. When you are afraid or angry, or conflicted, what you have built will give you solace and protection from your own worst inclinations.â
Grogu gave his companion a wan smile. That was the problem. He knew that he needed to do the work. Being a good person was work. You couldnât just kick at the sand, throw the pebble, and stomp off every time your dad refused to let you fly the N-1. Wants and needs often conflicted and they whispered to you all the time, telling you that they were the most important thing ever. Ever. But they werenât. They were just things. There were no guarantees except for the ones you kept because you decided to keep them. His dad would have called it honor.Â
âYour father is right to call it honor. Not everyone can bear itâs weight, but the more you practice the easier it becomes. I wish I had learned that from my masters but I was too busy thinking I had carried burdens no one else understood. I was wrong about that. I have hope that you will do far better. May the Force be with you.â
Grogu nodded solemnly at Anakin Skywalker. It had been a long time since they had seen one another.Â
âOh. Please tell Luke, I am always thinking about him.â
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Grogu: Travels to a different planet or different city on Earth with his dad.
Every restaurant and food stall within a 200 mile radius: Why do I hear boss music?
Grogu thought the name of the press tour for the Mandalorian and Grogu blockbuster, best film ever, will win all the awards ever (including best actor for himself and best supporting actor for his pal Pedro), wasn't accurate. It should have been called Food-a-palooza! So much food. All of it delicious. All of it free (ha). All of it fresh. None of it actually made by Martin whats-his-name. It was amazing.
In Mexico City they fed him all of his favorites. Shrimp chips, serene ham (yum), pretzel snackies. It was like he was in Spain, Japan, and Germany all at the same time. But behind the scenes he had empanadas, tres leches, Tacos Al Pastor, and churros, which are a lot like Mandalorian Fire Stacks. Yum.
In Madrid it was kind of more of the same, but Grogu didn't mind at all. He loved the tortilla de patatas and bocadillo de calamares. He also loved going the to tapas place down the street from the venue and just hanging out eating olives and jamĂłn.
It was too bad that this was kind of a whirl wind tour because just as he was making his way through the whole menu, his handlers found him and they were back on a jet, heading to Berlin. German food was just as good as the rest, but still different. Stew, dumplings, Currywurst. It was not the wurst, it was the best. Spicy meat logs that were perfect for a hungry actor/stunt performer on the go. And that stuff they called bier was pretty good too, right up to the point that Jon took it away from him. Uff.
Then they went to Paris. Wow. It was amazing! Tiny coffees. Huge pastries. Fresh bread. And these amazing things called CanelĂŠ. Well, if you know, you know. He would have eaten more snails and patĂŠ, but he discovered the canelĂŠ first. Grogu had no idea what any one else ate because he was just too focused on the best possible thing he'd ever had.
Now London... that was different. They didn't just eat there. They cooked. Some friend of Jon's (he knows all the Chefs) came over for a visit and they all cooked together. There are a lot of videos of that. They are a hoot. Jon's friend Jamie was very nice and it was good to watch Pedro actual try and make something. He always tells Grogu he can't cook, but he can, he just doesn't always want to. Something about the best pizza crust still being an elusive goal. Whatever. Anyway, the steak sandwich was delicious, but he didn't ever need to eat another lemon in his whole long, long, long, long, long life. Ever.
Before he even had a chance to try fish and chips or a kipper, they were heading to New York City. If you don't already know this, New York City has all the food in the world. All of it. Anything. Everything. Look it up. Grogu was almost tired of food by this point, but then they stopped at a place that served the most amazing sandwich with chicken and ham and cheese and some sort of bread and some shredded green stuff that he was assured was not a vegetable, a cousin of a vegetable, or even in the same kingdom, phylum, class, or order (or is that the other way around?) as a vegetable. Well worth the wait and fancy French name (told you they had food from everywhere).
Grogu hadn't even finished digesting that sandwich when they were back in LA doing LA things, like red carpets, interviews, photo ops, more interviews and stuff like that. Travel thousands of klicks and all you get is a lousy bag of peanuts (too close to vegetables - the word pea is right there). Fortunately for Grogu, the glorious Miss Weaver had snackies for him. They were like a concentrated form of the shrimp chips from Mexico City and that made all the difference. It also helped that Pedro doesn't really like them. Something about salt and bloat. Ha.
When they finally reached Tokyo, Grogu hadn't been sure what to expect. World cuisines actually had a lot in common with each other. There was always something like meat stuffed in bread or some other container (like ravioli, empanadas, pierogi, boa, etc.). There was always something fancy that required a lot of patience (Iberico ham and canelĂŠ). And there was always something easy to make and delicious (tortilla de patatas - so good.)
Japan did not let him down. Ramen. Sushi. Boba Teas. Yakitori. Gyoza. Amazing fresh fruit. Wow. He could have settled there, no problem.
Wow. So much food. So many places. Grogu is both tired and hungry now. Hopefully those shrimp chip bits he saved for a rainy day were still in his coverall pocket. He didn't manage to eat them all. Somehow.
You didnât ask for it, but you are getting it all the same! Grogu built the Anzellan ship from his new movie, Grogu and the Mandalori⌠The Mandalorian and Grogu. I keep reminding him that they are a team and he keeps telling me when Pedro puts him in another movie with him heâll believe it. Actors⌠Here is an image of the box, among other new LEGO kits. Many Grogus participated in this build. This is the Way!
Keep reading to follow the build! I have spoken!
Image 1. Grogu wanted his siblings to help with this build and only let their dad watch over the proceedings. Din Djarin was fine with that. Heâd already told Grogu that they had just finished a bunch of other builds and needs to take a break. The Grogus did not agree, so here we are building LEGO Kit #75445 Anzellan Starship. This is one of the first kits released for The Mandalorian and Grogu movie and it was too cute to pass up.
Image 2. This kit contains six bags and one instruction book. As youâll soon see, the bags contain a good number of small parts. Beware of long fingernails (individual studs can get stuck under them, ask me how I know) and slippery surfaces (when you pry the stud out from under your nail - it didnât hurt - it then goes skittering off the table onto the floor which is covered with dog. Sheâs a cute dog but she doesnât really like being a LEGO landing pad.)
Image 3. This is bag 1. Thatâs it. Just the beginning of the beginning.
Image 4. Uff. All the bricks are laid out nice and neat. This takes some up front time, but itâs well worth the investment during the build. Less hunting and more building. Oh, and less sending bricks onto the dog I mentioned. That makes Cotterpin happy as well.Â
Image 5. Look! Itâs the base of the starship. The deck. The floor. The place where Grogu walks around and feels tall because of the Anzellans. This section went pretty fast. This is not a kit that you can readily break up and share, like some others, but if you have a small group who want to participate they can certainly form an assembly line and get this done.
Image 6. We start up where we left off, sort of. Now we have bag 2 and the instructions are set at bag 2. Important to not jump ahead or fall behind. Itâs easy to miss a step or part if you donât have a way to mark your progress. You can follow the Grogu at the bottom of the page. Itâs cute even if you flip two pages at once by mistake. You can also keep track of the step numbers. Thatâs a bit easier and more fool proof (yes, Iâm the fool in this scenario).
Image 7. Neat parts again. Now we have 2 Anzellans to help Grogu get everything in its place. Din Djarin isnât certain why heâs still carrying the bag around. Itâs too big for Lilâ Grogu and too small for the rest of them. Dank Farrik!
Image 7a. Cute!
Image 8. Wow. We have a ship with tools, displays, seats, and all sorts of other stuff. Pretty sure we could build a battle droid here if we only had all the parts!
Image 8a. Close up.
Image 9. Bag 3! Wow. We are moving right along.Â
Image 10. Oops! No photo of parts laying on a table top. Sorry. But, hey, hereâs what we managed to build after I messed up on step 80. Some parts look a lot like each other. But most of the time those parts are just kinda the same. The fix was simple once I realized what I had done wrong. Grogu would like to emphasize that it was a âmeâ problem and not a âhimâ problem.
Image 11. Bag 4. Yup. Itâs a bag. Next!
Image 12. Parts. Why does it always have to be parts? Duh, because we couldnât build without them. Letâs go!
Image 13. Okay. Itâs a ship with more⌠ship? More panels. More engines. MORE POWER! Yup! We now have four engines. Bet we can fly anywhere!
Image 14. Bag 5. âNuff said.
Image 15. Ooohhh. I know what weâre going to build! The parts tell all!
Image 16. Ha! We have a cockpit canopy in place (above and below) and a hatch with a ramp and a bunch of other cool stuff. What else do you notice?
Image 17. BAG 6!!! The final bag. The end of the build is upon us! Are we in the correct frame of mind to finish this without another huge step 80 mistake? I think we are. The Grogus insist that if I mess up again they will use the Force to fix it. Maybe Iâll use it myself ⌠if Grogu lets me. (Sigh)
Image 18. Thatâs a lot of parts. So much to do and so little time to do it in (not really). This build has been very nice so far, even though the tiny pieces still vex me, but Grogu says thatâs my problem for having gigantic human fingers. Heâs not wrong about that. I am a human and I have fingers. Maybe some tweezers would be helpful?
Image 19. TA DA! Itâs Done. Complete. Finished. Over. Yippee! Sort of. This was a very nice build. The instructions are great when you follow them. No stickers to place. No single stud holding a panel a bazillion times itâs size (looking at you Razor Crest Kit #75331).
Image 19a. Close up. Very nice ship. Designed with Grogu in mind. Well⌠little bitty Grogu. The other three were annoyed to say the least when they realized it wasnât going to âsomehowâ grow bigger so they could ride around in it. Iâm pretty sure Din Djarin cracked a smile at that. Itâs hard to tell.
Thank you for joining me and Grogu here for the build. You can find my other stories and LEGO builds with Grogu on AO3. Look for BurnWater_13! Cheers!
Grogu wearing a shirt that depicts him peeking over his dad's helmet. The shirt reads, 'The Dadalorian, #1 in the Galaxy'. He's holding popcorn, while his dad looks over his right shoulder. Image by me. Grogu by Mattel. Din Djarin by Hot Toys. LEGO Star Wars sets are in the background.
Happy May the 4th Be With You! Here is chapter 27 of Grogu and the Loth Wolf Puppy.
Chapter 27. Hellos and Good byes
After everything it took to reach Lothal and all the work they had planned for their arrival on the planet that was both fascinating and really, quite boring. The trip from orbit to their landing spot was a good example of the boring part.Â
Fields of grain as far as the eye could see, dotted with interesting towers, connected to compact vertical towns and cities (you could only tell the difference between them based on their diameters), and almost no visible sign of water. No ponds. No lakes. No streams. No seas. At least not on the âinhabitedâ part of Lothal.Â
The âuninhabitedâ part was called that because the Empire had done all it could to destroy what had been a center of free thinking and freedom loving people and they absolutely didnât want anything like that in their empire. Little did they know, that very space housed a few things they never found or understood. One was an old Sith temple. Old before the time of any Sith Grogu ever knew of or met. The other was something, or rather, someone, far more surprising. A member of the Brethren of Tzura. Taâlanâs mother. Shay Vizsla. A Mandalorian who had ceased to follow the way of the Mandâalor almost from birth.
Grogu hadnât expected his baâbuir to meet them at their landing site. He hadnât expected her to bring the entire pack of Loth wolves to meet them either. Nor had he expected her to already have two Wookiees traveling with her. It was like she had already read his entire âTo Doâ list and got it all done just so she could spend time with Tâad and Kaâra. That just didnât seem right! Dank farrik.
âDin Djarin you look well. I think that is a good sign. I have brought Tyrr and Griind with me, so you may discuss with them which Wookiees have caught your interest. They have been aiding me in caring for the forests here, but I can spare them to pursue better work.â
Huh? These werenât the Wookiees his dad needed to find? Good? Or not? Dang. Grogu couldnât really decide if it was good or bad. What if these Wookiees didnât want those other two to be returned to Kashyyyk? He didnât think his baâbuir would really want his dadâs arms ripped off, but Shay Vizsla wasnât a very straight forward person on a good day. Grogu didnât know if this was a good day or not.
âGrogu, I see you there, thinking. Donât be shy or too introspective. The wolves are here to meet you. I suggest you go on a run with them and get a feel for what they need and what they want from you. Tâad, Kaâra and my daughter may regale me with your many adventures while we are apart just this little bit longer.â
Huh? Uff. Grogu should have expected all of that. Taâlan had always told him that her mother never let an opportunity to plan and practice with the Force disappear from view. Instead of two, roughly equal parties, they would have three very unequal parties doing three different things. Was that really the best way for this to be done?
âGrogu, itâs alright. Iâve met Tyrr and Gryynd when I was on Corellia. No oneâs going to be tearing anyonesâ arms off. I promise.â
Grogu sighed with relief, but was mildly surprised that Kaâra didnât put her floaty in that water. She was the one who had been convinced that was the only possible outcome.
âIt would be very difficult for you to care for my daughter if that occurred Din Djarin. Now, Kaâra, we have much to do and I expect that you will be my very best helper. Nomino Nauâur, you must keep your mother in check for me. She of course wishes to do everything all at once and that is not work this time. Ask her many questions and slow her down for me. I am not as young as I once was.â
Grogu tried not to laugh at his baâbuirâs blatant appeal for assistance that she absolutely didnât need. The best he could do was turn it into a cross between a cough and a sneeze. It felt as bad as it sounded, but he did it willingly.Â
âMother, you havenât changed. Come along Tâad. Grogu must join the pack and learn their ways, while your father makes amends. I think you and I should make some sweet biscuits while your sister tries to pry all the knowledge of Force from her grandmother before the others return to us. They will all need something to sustain them.â
What?! Grogu was going to miss out on baking the one thing his mom really loved making other than caf?Â
âWorry not little one. We taught her that recipe. We add other things to it that you will enjoy more.â
The large white Loth wolf spoke in its deep low voice and startled Grogu for an instant. Fluffy was right. Grogu had his own mission to complete and now was the time to start.Â
âSorry. Distracted. Not my plan.â
The wolf chuckled in a way that probably made the humans nervous but Grogu appreciated itâs sound. Growly, almost a bark, partly a whine, really a song. It was delightful to him.Â
âThat is the way of life, my friend. Here. The pup will be your transport. We donât have far to go, but it will go faster this way.â
Pup? The Pup! Yippee! After all the travel and turmoil and replanning, the pup that would join their family was right there! How did Grogu even manage to miss them? This was the whole purpose of the trip after all.Â
âAdâika, you have had many things on your mind and you have been far less selfish than you imagine. Enjoy your time with the pack.â
Grogu grinned at his momâs words. She hadnât said them out loud, but heâd heard them. It was true that the Brethren were always connected. This was definitely the Way.
Grogu enjoying the LEGO STAR WARS Kit #75460 New Republic X-Wing Starfighter, inspired by The Mandalorian and Grogu movie.
Grogu and the Loth Wolf Puppy
Part 25. Are we there yet?
Grogu had found that HK was on the bridge, which was a little unusual. They were in hyperspace already. Not a lot for the droid to do, when Thirty or Grogu or anyone else on The Bard was capable of taking care of it. His mom must have sent him there for a reason.
âPerson known as Grogu, by what authority do you enter this space?â
Uff. HK had a habit of challenging anyone being present on the bridge with the exception of his mom. It wasnât often that the droid noticed him when it seemed to prefer challenging his dad.
âMy own. Why present?â
Two could play this silly game of who was there for what reason.
âMuun Bajir has assigned me the duty of evaluating the mechanics of this craft and I have finally reached the components in this space. The astro-mech referred to as âThirtyâ is currently assisting with the medical emergency involving the meat bag known as âMandoâ.â
Grogu found the added information interesting, but not unusual. Most droids, but especially protocol droids, stuck to the exact topic they were asked to report on. HK was neither a typical droid and was far from being a protocol droid as any droid was possible of being. That was one of the many things Grogu appreciated about the former assassin/battle droid.Â
âStatus of components here?â
Other droids would have asked for clarification, but HK never bothered with it. When questioned about that the droid often replied that it preferred not to be limited in its response due to the high quality of the data collected. Grogu had laughed at the time the tall, ancient droid had made that reply considering that what it had been reporting on at the time was the status of the grey water systems on a derelict ship they had located on Jakku.
âOf the fourteen thousand five hundred and twenty three components I have evaluated, fourteen thousand five hundred and twenty two are in perfect operating condition.â
âStatus of imperfect component?â
âHe is currently being evaluated by Muun Bajir and that waste of circuits Thirty.â
Ahh. Ha. Ha. Insulting his dad. Very typical of HK.
âDad not component. Error in program. Conduct diagnostic.â
âYou sound just like your mother. Clarification required.â
âDescribe.â
Grogu spoke tersely as much because he was annoyed by the droid as he was annoyed at speaking Gal Basic.
âAm I to conduct diagnostic after current detail is complete or in lieu of completing current detail?â
Uff. His mom always assigned HK work that was necessary. If she had simply wanted the droid to leave them all in peace she would have shut it down. So he couldnât just tell it to stop the work. Dank Farrik.
âWhen current complete. Engage silent mode, exception emergency.â
Grogu had learned that the hard way. On that same trip to Jakku, when they were retrieving a specific part from a specific ship that had been lost there during the Battle of Jakku, Taâlan had ordered HK to engage silent mode and the droid had failed to warn them about the presence of a couple of man-beasts (imported no doubt) that had been living in the wreckage. The droid had explained that emergent changes in the environment hadnât been excepted from the order, so it had chosen to follow it rigidly. Grogu learned that man-beasts smelled worse when they were knocked unconscious to stop their attack than they did when they were taking swipes at you with whatever was handy. He didnât want that sort of surprise again.
With that resolved, he hoped, Grogu hopped into his pilotâs chair and began to check system status reports. Everything did look good and they would be arriving at Lothal on plan and he was glad of that. He felt like they had started the trip a lifetime ago and he knew that was silly. They had taken some side trips. They had run into a few problems. They had to replan and replan again. That was just the way life went. So far, so good.Â
Grogu wanted to be satisfied with where they were and what they were doing, but something was bugging him. He couldnât put a finger on it, but it was there. He wondered if he should reach out to Ben or even Seb and see if his best friend or his most understanding baâbuir could give him a moment of their time. Maybe just telling them about his concerns would be enough?
âYoungling, you are wise to seek the advice of your friends, but why not ask your family? They are here with you.â
Obi-Wan Kenobiâs words echoed in Groguâs memory and he was surprised that he hadnât considered reaching out to one of his favorite Jedi Masters.Â
The event had happened before the Clone Wars even began. A Twiâlek youngling had been part of a diplomatic mission to the Jedi Temple and had sought Obi-Wan Kenobi out to ask him a question. Master Kenobi had been to Ryloth for a conference and had met the child just a few months earlier.Â
Grogu had been present because he had been sent to fetch something for Master Beq and was on his way back to their work space when he noticed the visitors. The youngling had turned and pointed at Grogu and commented that they had never met Grogu before. It was true. Grogu hadnât been to Ryloth and heâd never met any Twi-lek diplomats either. But why had the youngling noticed him at all? He was just making his way through the temple as quickly as he could. No one else had noticed him.
âI see. Your parents have met more people than you know. They have been more places than you can currently imagine. They have had adventures they have never discussed with you. Perhaps, you should give them the opportunity to change that?â
Grogu could understand Obi-Wanâs point. Why would your friends understand stand something you didnât think the people right there with you understood? It seemed silly and kind of obvious. Grogu could just talk to his mom, once his dad was feeling better. She would understand the circumstances better than Ben or Seb. He just had to be patient.Â
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Sainte Esconde des Mystères, une confidence pour une prière
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My comic La Langue des Vipères was released this week in bookstores in France, Belgium and Switzerland !
This beautiful trailer was created by my friends at Potto Collective : @lholmesharfang , Luc Armanet, @noctambuleur , @estellito , @nomnomsandwich , @shliten, Matthieu Chavane and Fanou Lefebvre
Just a silly photo of a cowboy Mandalorian mannequin. Photo by me.
Now for what's important! Chapter 24 of Grogu and the Loth Wolf Puppy, Dinner!
Part 24. Dinner!
Grogu was pretty happy with how things turned out. All the food was eaten. Making it hadnât created a big mess. Tâad offered to help him clean up because Tâad liked cleaning. Kaâra served the food because she liked presenting things. His mom smiled at him and told him it was the best meal she could recall eating. Yup. Everything was perfect. Well⌠almost everything.
âDjarin, if you have an upset stomach it is most likely due to a virus, not Groguâs meal. You were right there with him and you know it was all cooked properly.â
Taâlan was trying to sooth the Mandalorian who couldnât stop burping for some reason. No one else was burping uncontrollably but maybe it would take longer to affect the others? Or maybe the Force didnât let it affect them? Or maybe it was something else that the Mandalorian had eaten that none of the rest of them had.
Kaâra was the one, as usual, who wondered if something about the meal they ate had been the problem and thatâs when their dad said something like âDanâŚurpâŚk Far⌠urpâŚickâ. It was actually pretty hard to tell what he said even though he wasnât wearing his helmet.Â
In part it was because he was contorting his face and in part because he was trying to cover his mouth but the force of the burps kept making that harder, not easier.
Grogu almost felt bad for his dad, but Din Djarin had been right by his side when they cooked the meal. He advised. He sampled. He added more hot sauce. He tasted it again, pronounced it perfect and then let Grogu ladle the stew into bowls for of them. His dad even supervised the adding of special ingredients. Kaâraâs bowl got thickened cream to tamp down on some of the heat. Tâadâs bowl got more hot sauce. Groguâs bowl wasnât touched. Taâlanâs bowl had more veggies added to it (blech). Even his dadâs bowl got some sort of addition. What was it?
Grogu played the memory back while he watched his mom gently herd the noisy man they all loved out of the lounge and toward their cabin. Din Djarin wasnât one to be healed by the Force if he could avoid it. He complained that he didnât want to get used to it and get sloppy and over confident and dependent on the kindness of others. His family had laughed at that very softly. As if they werenât going to take care of him when he had a stubbed toe or a blister from polishing the beskar too much.
Hmmm. What had the MAndalorian added to his bowl? It was a kind of white powder⌠Grogu had assumed it was some other hot Mandalorian spice that no one else liked because his dad didnât say its name or comment on when or how to use it as he had with everything else they did to the other bowls of stew. But what if it was something else? Something other than another hot spice?
âBig Bro, are you thinking what Iâm thinking?â
It was Tâad, who was already looking at the various containers they had used to make the stew.Â
âRoger that.â
âGood. I noticed that you and dad did something special to everyoneâs bowl. What did he do to his own bowl?â
âDonât know. Didnât see. Handing dishes to Kaâra.â
Grogu and Tâad turned to look at Kaâra.
âIt was cheese.â
What? Din Djarin didnât eat cheese. It upset his stomach. It made him⌠well it upset his stomach.
âKaâra, Dad doesnât eat cheese. It upsets his digestive tract. He has to take those pills for it and he hates them.â
Tâad scolded his twin gently.Â
âSaw what I saw. Check the bottle with the blue label.â
Kaâra pouted at them both and both he and Tâad rushed to follow her suggestion. Grogu to see if she was correct and Tâad to see if she was wrong. Grogu accepted that his siblings had this gentle rivalry when it came to knowing more about what happened at any scene they were both present at. When their mom caught them at it they were often lectured about being more balanced with one another and it wasnât within any of their family traditions to be so competitive. Of course thatâs when their dad would point out that they were still Mandalorians. Uff.
âHave it!â
Grogu held up the blue labeled container and they all looked at closely. Kaâra was correct. It did hold cheese. A very find powered version that they all liked to sprinkle on things like toast and puffed snacks.Â
âOkay, but that doesnât prove that Dad put it on his stew.â
Tâad commented as he took the bottle from Grogu and studied it.
âWhat was next to it? He didnât check. Watching Grogu hand me the bowls.â
Grogu turned and looked at the rack that had held the flavored powder and noticed another bottle with a blue label. It wasnât cheese powder. It was what his mom called âfloof powderâ. There was a chemical name on the container, a couple of them actually, but Grogu didnât think that would help them much. Theyâd have to show it to Taâlan.
âFloof powder! Oops! No wonder Dadâs burping! This stuff makes bread and cake and other baked goods floofy. I read about it in one of Momâs lesson sets on preparing food.â
That Tâad! He was just like their mom. He always knew things like that, when no one else would know it. Uff!
âBetter tell Mom. Come on. Now is better than later.â
Kaâra grinned at her brothers and Grogu sighed. She was correct and the chance of her not mentioning it again and again all the way to Lothal was very close to, if not actually, zero. Better to get that started and over with as well.
âYou tell. Going to bridge. Check progress.â
Grogu informed his siblings. It was one way to miss out on at least the first rendition of Kaâraâs story telling. Grogu didnât need to be on hand for his dad feeling even worse about making that mistake while he was trying to help Grogu take on more responsibility. The two of them could talk about it privately when the Mandalorian was finished with the burping and feeling awful. It would also show his dad and mom that he was willing to be responsible for the ship when they were all occupied with more pressing matters. That would count for something, he hoped. Â
i know no one on here cares, but it's so wild to watch NASA piloted launch coverage again after years of having to deal with SpaceX. They're explaining minor glitches without bullshitting about weather delays?? There's a guy holding his 2yo kid's model rocket being like "he said I could use this so it's okay. Anyway, the battery for this system is here--"
NASA: "We're going back to the Moon! We held a contest for kids to design a ZGI, a little stuffie to hang out in the cabin with the astronauts, and the astronauts got to pick their favorite one. Also, we've got a stuffie of Artemis, the cat from Sailor Moon in the main command room. Also! Did you know these five fun facts about the Moon!?"
SpaceX: "We're going to MARS because it's COOL and all the COOL tech bros are going to live there and start a COOL NEW SOCIETY! Did you see how COOL it was when we sent a car flying uncontrolled into the solar system? Our rockets are COOL RIGHT????"
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^^^^^ He also does videos where he's members of heaven inventing dogs, and ones where he interviews himself as people who are potential dog owners... so you're right. It has to be the only explanation.
Grogu really didnât want his dad to just take the box from Penny. It was her birthday and Grogu just wanted to help her celebrate it. He knew what it like to not be able to tell people the truth about yourself. Some of his truths made people afraid. Others annoyed them. How many times did he have to explain that he really, absolutely, with no doubt whatsoever, did not know who his parents were? He knew he wasnât a clone because Kuiil said he wasnât pretty enough. Given that was based on on Ugnaught standards Grogu didnât take offense, but still. Not a clone.Â
But according to Penny, she was a clone. Of her mom, whoever that wasâŚÂ Grogu knew that many clones had been generated across the galaxy, but most of them were for specific purposes, like military forces, or to perform unique activities, like Clone 22 Fi, who was the twenty second clone of the musician Fi and they played to packed arenas and crashed vid streams all the time. He also knew that most not clone people were not exactly thrilled that clones had ever existed, with a few notable exceptions, like Clone 22 Fi.
âThank you. Now Iâm certain that there was mistake made in transit. Grogu was telling me about kit that had something special in it and while this kit is very nice and looks like a fun build, it doesnât actually have that special thing. Iâm sorry we messed up your birthday.â
Grogu watched his dad as he examined the kitâs box and found it kind of hard to believe his ears. The Mandalorian was lying to Penny but in a very kind, thoughtful, considerate, dad-like way. Wow. It was against the Mandalorian Creed to lie to people. Sure you could misdirect them or only tell them part of the truth, but a plain old flat out lie? Nope. That was definitely a problem.Â
âYou two didnât mess it up! Now someone can celebrate with me! I have cake, party hats, and floaty things, balloons? We were just about to start the celebration and now you can join me! Yippee!â
Cake! Balloons! Just the prospect of watching his dad sit there with a party hat on his helmet while they all ate cake and sang the birthday song for Penny was almost too much fun. Grogu replied to Pennyâs âYippeeâ with one of his own.
âYou owe me for this Durpin and I still want that armor.â
The Mandalorian spoke softly, but the two former Imperials seemed to understand what was required. They both fell into the new plan with no hesitation.
âYippee! We can all celebrate Pennyâs birthday together! Thatâs something I never thought would happen in a million years!â
Grogu nodded in agreement with Floss Plumestriker. He couldnât have imagined this sort of outcome either, but that was definitely a sign that the Force was strange and mysterious. Something else, indeed!
