#mandhalor

" I dunno what you think we have to talk about , but if it's about that bounty you should save your breath . " Lucky says, barely sparing the Mandalorian a glance. Instead keeping his eyes on where his finger is tracing the rim of his glass. " I already know the guild put that twi'lek up as alive only . But I needed her dead . I'm a privately contracted assassin . That's kinda what I do . "

“ i’m not going anywhere. ”

Lost Meme -- @mandhalor

A frown quirked the corner of his mouth down. Clearly he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of the masked man watching what he was doing, but Nico knew it would be wasting his breath to say as much. Once the guy set his mind to something, he would see it through.

“ it’s up to you. ”

Lost Meme -- @mandhalor

Nico shot the smaller Force user a guilty look before looking up again at the masked man. “Can we please go somewhere without frogs on the menu?” he begged.

Ask Meme: Plots Here! Get Your Plots! -- @mandhalor

- please let the dadalorian teach nico to fight. He’s just a noodle boy and needs to learn to use his noodles better

- i can and will reverse engineer a demigod!verse for din too don’t make me do it. Make me do it

- i feel like these two should do a heist. idk what they’re heisting in their space heist, but they gotta 

'' i'll do whatever i can to protect you. ''

Ask Meme: That’s Reassuring -- @mandhalor

Nico’s lips pressed into a thin line. Some said that the Force could make its users lucky, that those who had certain skills with the Force could just allow certain things to happen and that in the long run, they ended up helping the person who wielded it. Nico didn’t think that was the case for him. Any time he tried to use the Force or met someone who figured out he could use the Force, it ended up for the worse. Usually painfully so.

The Mandalorians that had taught her to fight had whispered of this one. A rumor, of a great warrior who had given his soul in exchange for a child. A child that had unspeakable powers, yet was worth tearing down the world for. There were whispers of an ex-Imp, a powerful one, who had taken the Foundling child. This silver clad warrior had destroyed everything to get the child back.

Her skin tingles under flight suit fabric and old scavenged armor painted forest green, fingers tensing around her blade. Of course, with her awful luck, she would encounter the one who wore the skin of Mandalorians, after all this time. One that possibly knew nothing of the Clan that had saved her years ago.

She is a wolf, roaming the wastes, searching for her next prey… Yet part of her wonders if he is just the same.

“I was here first.” Childish, the wolf child proclaims her stake in the bounty, searching the woods with precision that not many humans had. Her bounty is a large, colossal creature, wracking up the bodies of many who searched the land for their fortune.