THIS IS AN INDIE, SEMI SELECTIVE                                                                                                            STAR WARS OC                                                                                                                FOR THE LOVELY DALDON CANTO!                                                                                               penned and loved by lana, of course. 

i have a google doc for everything, but i just wanted to pin and post a few important links for y’all. 

         GOOGLE DOC- everything you could imagine is here. and it’s still being updated.

         RULES- same as all my blogs, but just in case you wanted to read them (:

        BIOGRAPHY- daldon’s bio!! super important if u want to better understand him

THERE IS a glimmer of hope; when daldon was younger, he had some jedi training, but now as an adult, he forgot most of it. another force sensitive user. he could just feel it, and his curiosity drives him to approach the other, daldon clearing his throat.

your voice

The things you say, people take seriously. You might not talk much, but when you do talk, people listen. Your words are logical, and people can't help but believe you. There's a certain charm about you as well, you're just irresistible, especially when you get going. Chances are, you're a loner/nerd/geek in school. You like information and learning, and if given the right conditions, you can crush someone in an argument. Using logic, possibly roasts, and inarguable points, there's no losing for you

           𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌.    there’s a part of her that wants to wait out the countdown, to see if he really would go to such lengths to be left alone.    but this is a matter of business, & potentially injuring dok’s chosen means of transport, even if in self-defense, wouldn’t earn her respite from his ire if she returns without his promised cargo in tow.    she gets right to the point, removing a bag of credits from a pouch on her belt & dangling it in front of him.    “𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄.    then i’ll take all this…”    the bag is tossed casually between her hands, the tinkling of metal against metal being all he needs to know to identify the contents.    “& leave you to rot in your ship.”

          she would certainly like to.    the idea of her first excursion beyond the reach of spires including someone with the attitude of a braga bear draws out a deep-set frown & narrowed eyes.    “dok-ondar sent me.    you should know that he pays handsomely for a job well done.”

his finger is on the trigger, but he looks at the bag that was tossed to the ground. his attitude quickly changes, rifle set aside as he looks over at her. it wasn’t personal, if he was being honest. but as of recently, all anyone wanted of him was to steal from his ship and take things from him. he clears his throat, daldon stepping towards her with a slight frown. “you’ll have to excuse me. all i’ve been getting out here has been people trying to rob me. i’ve had to resort to violence several times. so i’m sorry, my guard is just up.”

The Mandalorian doesn’t bother beating around the bush, his answer as direct and cold as the rest of him: “There is Mandalorian armour as a prize at a casino your family owns.”

He steps forward, but stops when he notices the guards preparing to arm against him. He hasn’t removed his weapons, but he doesn’t have any intention to, either.

A title like “prince” means nothing to him.

“It’s new. Unused. I need to know who made it.”

daldon listens to him, nodding his head to confirm what he said. the armor was a prize that many people tried to win, but no one could. it was made out of the finest beskar, and it was quite an impressive piece of work. 

his guards aim at him, but daldon simply puts a hand up, watching as they disarmed, but still keep an eye on him. 

“yes.. you would be correct. it’s been in the casino for a year now.” he hesitated at first; how the family came into possession of the armor was something that he wasn’t quite proud of, but he felt the need to be transparent with the other. “we can discuss the origin of the armor in the palace. please come in.” 

BATUU WAS a planet where daldon was left the hell alone. sure, he would have a few scrappers finding his ship and trying to take pieces off ( to which daldon would swiftly take care of them ), but other than that, it was generally a very calm place where he was. about four miles outside of galma, he wasn’t disturbed very often. 

then he hears a knock on the back of the hatch. he curses under his breath, grabbing his rifle and opening the hatch, pointing it out the door and at a figure. “you have about three seconds to leave before i blast you.” he was tired of people bothering him, and he didn’t care who it was. “three, two..”

A MANDALORIAN in canto bight. now this was something that you didn’t see every day. the prince watches him, then watches him get closer and closer to him, daldon maintaining his composure as he stands at the front of the palace stairs. he hoped he wasn’t there for him.. kriff, what if he was? he bows his head respectfully, blue eyes looking at the helm of the mandalorian. 

THE PRINCE is sleeping soundly on his ship, not a care in the world. he had recently returned to batuu from a smuggling job, and he was trying to get rest before he went out and offered his services again. but there’s a loud bang outside, and it startles him, daldon standing up as quickly as he could. 

he’s half asleep, but he looks outside to find a huge imperial ship landing right next to him, an “oh shit” leaving his lips as he quickly grabs his blaster and lightsaber, attaching them to his belt and opening up the hatch. he pulls his blaster out, pointing it at the people walking towards him before realizing they were.. mandalorians? his eyebrows furrow, blaster still pointed at the person leading.