#mandlorianer

Requested: Din getting electrocuted by the Jawas in The Mandalorian

          a part of her missed this feeling --- as though her feet were lead while the rest of her near floated . three bounties in the same sector ; had nobody thought to pass the message around , “ hey , maybe we shouldn’t all siphon off of the boss’ due credits all at once ? ” . stupid . dumb , and dead , she’d deal with the last one tomorrow . jett had almost forgotten what it felt like to be at her prime ; bounty after bounty with hardly any moment to think about anything not hunting related between them . she’d nearly forgotten what it felt like to be one of the best . 

the door to the little space she’d taken up for the few days slides open with a hiss , one she mimics as the burns along her hand and arm throb . jett had never seen such a weapon before - some kind of hot whip ? it doesn’t matter - but she’d surely remember the scorching pain of having it wrapped around her limb for weeks to come .

her excitement to finally bathe and lay down dissipate in moments as the door shuts behind her ; her skin pricks , a life saving seventh sense , and before the room could breathe her weapon is drawn , pointed at the shadows .

❝  𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙽𝙾 𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙻 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄,  𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽.  ❞  She was no stranger to the history the Mandalorians and Jedi shared,  but times were different now.  She was different.

@mandlorianer​​ said: Rough touch 👁👄👁 hurt him → meme // SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING 11. My muse slams your muse against a wall hard

             DARKNESS  WELLED  IN  EVERY  CORNER OF  THE  GALAXY, pooling  and  spreading vile  tendrils  into  the  hearts of  weak  and  strong  alike, luring  them  with  promises  of  security,  of  peace,  prosperity, a  siren’s  song  of  the  downtrodden  and  those  who’s  pockets  were  heavy  with  credits.

            Long  had  he  waited  for  the  pendulum to  swing,  to  come  crashing through  the  Republic that  had  stood  on  the  ashes  of  what  was  true  and  right  for  this  wretched galaxy,  Destroyers  casting their  oblique  shadows over  citadels  and  slums  alike  as  the  dark  lord  drew  breath once  more.  

              There  was  but  one  thing  standing  in  his  way  now,  and  the  Jedi  would  not  claim  this  one;  no  mercy, no  quarter.  

              Darkness  surged  through his  blackened  veins, hurling  the  mandalorian against,  and  through, a  mighty  elm,  bark  shattering to  splinters,  bursting into  a  cloud  of  needles and  raining  down  leaves  from  on  high,  the  crown  of  the  ancient  tree  creaking  and  bracing  against its  brethren  as  gravity  pulled it  to  the  earth.  Hardy  boughs  that  bore  thick  branches  snagged and  tore  at  everything  in  their  path,  bringing  down  an  avalanche of  green  in  a  chorus of  sharp  snaps  and  heavy  cracks,  until  the  broadleaf finally  met  the  ground  with  a  tremendous,  earth-shattering  thud,  shaking  the  ground  and  everything  that  dwelled  within it.