Sooooo Mandalorian things are happening, huh? I’m just gonna drop some goodies right here for y’all to peruse. Shop is here.
There are lots of stickers I didn't include here and I couldn't fit any of the totes or apparel items, so I'll do a separate post for that! The Mandalorian is what got me into Star Wars so it's super fun to revisit all these goodies and I'm definitely psyched for the movie!
Notes:
the Aurebesh on the motel style keychain says Sorgan Common House Room 8
the Aurebesh on the Peli Motto sticker says Peli Motto's Repair and Salvage / Hangar 3-5 · Mos Eisley · Tatooine
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One of my favorite worldbuilding pastimes is coming up with creatures, especially if they’re there to serve a specific purpose and I can just go ham with it.
The cicada-like critters on Sorgan only make noise when it’s safe and go quiet when they sense danger so the juveniles congregate together and keep a lookout while the adults search for food, and they make the sound the same way rattlesnake rattles work
Real life cicadas contract muscles in their abdomen around a membrane that makes the noise when they choose to. If you were to hold the intact rattle of a rattlesnakes tail and shake it, you can make it make that noise regardless of whether the snake wants you to do it (or it even being separated from the snake entirely)
Which means the juvenile bugs on Sorgan, if you catch them, will go silent and still because of the perceived danger, but you can shake them to force the sound out without their volition, and since the sound is the signal that wherever they are is safe, it makes other juveniles flock to them
All this to say, if you can catch a handful of them and very stealthily Velcro-stick them to the back of somebody’s jacket, said target’s haste to rid themselves of the critters starts to make the juvenile cicadas make the noise regardless of whether they want to or not, causing other juvenile cicadas to fly over to the victim in an effort to perch on them, which in turn usually causes the target of the prank to move more wildly in an effort to dislodge them, and before long you’re likely to see someone being chased by a cloud of very dumb but ultimately harmless, freaky little bugs the size of your thumb, the victim of the prank yelling the entire time while onlookers laugh
i will never forget how the mandalorian fandom treated omera in 2019 & 2020, saying that she tried to take mando's helmet off by force when he gave her consent to touch it 😭
i hope to see her this season or the next season to come, she only appeared in one episode and was never mentioned again, not even sorgan 💔
for sure there is more to explore between their relationship and i hope we get more content about them 🛐
the gifs are not mine, credit to the creators! (i love how mando makes his body a shield ❤️🩹)
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AN: Okay so here's the thing. I'm a sucker for soulmate au ideas. I always have been. So, I decided to try writing one myself. Check out more soulmate au ideas from @ausforsoulmates (p.s. this is where I got the soulmate au from, the Now or Never AU).
Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Male!Reader
Summary: You received your soulmate letter over 20 years ago. The vaugeness of it kept you on a wild goose chase around the galaxy for years. After so many failed leads you return home. Only to find a small green child being watched by a Mandalorian.
"It's you." You whisper the moment you see the child.
Child of green shows he's not mean.
A line from the piece of paper that sat closest to your heart.
Honestly, the first time you had read over the paper, you grimaced.
Vaguely written was an understatement when it came to your soulmate letter. The thing looked as if it had attempted to make itself rhyme alongside being vague. And only that single line stood out to you the most.
Well, it had at one point. Until you realized the galaxy had a multitude of green children.
The part you never focused on was the shows he's not mean one. Which you most likely should have until now.
But it didn't matter anymore because you understood.
A Mandalorian, for Maker's sake, stood close to the child. One of the fiercest known warriors in the galaxy.
Shows he's not mean.
Right...
He was listening to a woman you faintly recognize, yet you couldn't put a name to her face. She looked as fierce as the Mandalorian even without the beskar armor.
They both seemed relaxed for the most part.
Something that was bound to change now that you were there.
"Uncle, you're back!" The bright cry of Winta tore you from your thoughts as the little girl jumped into your arms. Warmth flooded your chest when she nuzzles into your shoulder. It felt like ages since you had last seen your niece.
"Ah, starflower. Look how much you've grown."
Pride was an understatement when you looked at her. She was growing into those rich eyes of hers and the too-big ears.
A chuckle rumbles from your chest as you ruffle her hair.
"Uncle, look, look! A nice man saved the village. And look at the monster he helped us beat." She motions towards the Mandalorian before bouncing in your arms and pointing at the AT-ST.
It was the soft tug at your pants that drags your attention down from trying to follow Winta's wild gestures.
The small green child peers up at you. His tiny three-clawed hands grasp your right leg. The trust he held in his deep galaxy eyes made your heart ache.
So, it begins. You couldn't help thinking as you hum.
"Well, what do we have here?" You knelt down by the child as Winta giggles at the movement. "Who is this little tooka kit?"
Winta tugs on your sleeve, saying, "It's the nice man's son. Isn't he cute?" She continues babbling about the child as your sister approached.
Omera was as beautiful as you remember her being. Elegant, yet simple as always.
It seems the ache of her husband's death still haunted her. You could tell from the relief that swam in her eyes at seeing you. A relief that only one who experienced tremendous loss could have.
"You're home." You settle Winta on the ground next to the child before straightening up.
It didn't take long for Omera to step forward to wrap her arms tightly around you, crushing you in her embrace. For such a delicate-looking woman, she was unbelievably strong.
"Thank the stars..." She murmurs before relaxing her hold on you. "So much has changed since you left."
Your eyes flick to the Mandalorian as he starts making his way over.
"I see," You raise a hand in greeting when the warrior got close enough. "You have my thanks, Warrior. Winta told me you helped our village."
The Mandalorian tips his helmet down enough for you to see before Omera hums, "Come, sit. I'm sure you're tired. And there's much to tell you."
You made your way over to a small bonfire, letting the familiar smells of your homeworld soothe you.
The rich fish-like scent from the krill ponds wasn't particularly one you missed, but the earthy mesh of the forest surrounding the small village was. Especially the hint of native flowers.
Once you settle down, Omera began to explain the events of how the Mandalorian and Cara Dune trained the people enough to fight back. Their plan went surprisingly well for what little time they had to initiate it.
"It seems what you taught me finally came in handy." Omera's tone was warm as she smiles sweetly.
The Mandalorian, who sat across from the both of you with the child sitting between his boots, cocks his head.
"You taught her how to handle a blaster?" His timbre reachs you even through the vocoder. The smoothness of it sent pleasant shivers down your spine.
"I did. It was something I picked up along the way with my travels. Searches, really." For him.
But you wouldn't admit that out loud.
"I'm sure you know how inhospitable the outer rim planets are, Warrior." A sad smile spreads across your lips when you meet his T visor. "I had to learn how to fight to survive."
You weren't the best at fighting or shooting, really. If the scars you bore were anything to go off of. You knew you had a lot to learn about fighting and shooting. And you hope your soulmate would teach you, when the time came.
Something about how his T visor bore into you urges you to speak more. You felt as if he deserved to know he wasn't alone in these dangerous travels.
"But I am glad at least." The Mandalorian leans forward a bit, almost as if he were curious to hear what you had to say. "Learning how to fight seems to have helped my sister protect the village alongside help from you and Ms. Dune."
Cara laughs a deep boisterous laugh as she relaxes against one of the logs further to your right.
"Please, just Cara is fine." You send her a smile and nod before looking back at the child who had managed to make his way towards you.
Just as he reached your boots you see a small red dot appear on his back.
It was small enough not to go noticed by many. But you had seen it enough times to know what it was by now.
You move faster than you ever have in your life to grab the child and twist to the side as a loud bang echoes through the once silent forest. Cara takes off in the direction the shot came from as the Mandalorian moves to shield your body with his own.
Your heart thunders in your ears as you stare down at the child. Shaky gasps leave you when his wide eyes peer back up at you and he cooes.
You scan him for injuries, thinking that maybe he still got hurt and you didn't move fast enough. Yet when you see that he is fine, you heave a sigh. The kid was more amused by the sudden roll than anything.
Warm hands tug you up as the Mandalorian takes the child from you. Giving him a good look over himself before turning his attention to you.
"You're hurt," The Mandalorian sets the child back down before kneeling beside you. "Let me see."
He firmly yet gently grips you right shoulder as you start to notice the white hot agony in your left. A yelp of pain escapes when the Mandalorian grazes his gloved finger over the blaster burn. He retracts his hand immediately murmuring an apology.
Omera is by your other side tightly gripping your hand as she weakly asks if you're alright. You can see her starting to panic.
Her husband had died due to a blaster shot. If she were to loose you too, it would definitely break her heart and Winta's.
"I'm fine sister," You squeeze her hand back gently. "This is not the worst wound I've had before."
The Mandalorian had started moving as you reassured Omera. He held the child lightly in one arm as he stalked to the small barn your sister had set him up in. You watch him go feeling a dull ache appear in your chest.
Focusing back on Omera you see how she seems to put the pieces together. Her earlier panic having faded. Eyes widening a fraction she looks up at you.
"He's your soulmate." The moment the words are spoken to the still air you close your eyes. The truth settles on your shoulders like a warm blanket on a cold night. Soothing the ache and numbing the pain in your shoulder a tad.
You say nothing to Omera as the Mandalorian reappears carrying a small box in his hands. He kneels next to you again and rifles through the box pulling out a bacta spray. Meeting his T visor you hum.
"Is the child okay?" He nods as Omera stands up stating she was going to get you a new shirt. Since the shot burned a hole in the shirt you currently wore.
Cara appears from the woods a frown hardening her features as she approaches you and the Mandalorian.
Unease trickles down your spine as she mutters, "It looks like it's time for you to go, Mando." She holds up a crushed tracker before tossing it next to his knee.
You glance at it before looking over to the barn the child was in. He was in danger here. Because if one bounty hunter knew he was here then many others did as well.
"Do you have a ship?" The Mandalorian turns to look at you just as you're tugging off your shirt to have better access to your shoulder. Heat crawls up your neck as you ball the shirt in your hands.
You had at one point had a ship, but sold it due to not having enough credits for fuel to make it back home. You ended up bumming a ride from a small freighter just to return to Sorgan.
When you shake your head the Mandalorian moves back to clean your wound and spray bacta on it.
Little did you know you earned his trust quite quickly. There was something about you protecting the kid even when you just met and the burning of his own soulmate letter near his heart that made him ask.
"Well, how do you feel about coming with me? I can help you find what you're looking for. It's the least I can do since you saved my Foundling."
The moment he asked that single question in his low baritone voice your fate was sealed. Because he had already helped you find what you were looking for.
Him.
"I'd be honored, Warrior."
Closer than what's been told.
Heart of gold buried beneath cold.
Child of green shows he's not mean.
Austerely endures sincerely, yours
AN: I know it's pretty bad but I thought some of it made sense. 🤷 I'm not good at rhyming.
Concept art by Ryan Church for The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 4, Sanctuary. A Mandalorian and another fighter are shooting at an Imperial AT-ST. Calendar from DataWorks.
Grogu wondered if they had left Sorgan a little too quickly. After all it was a nice planet. Cara Dune had taken care of that one bounty hunter who had managed to find them on a skug hole in the middle of no where. He and the Mandalorian were beginning to get to know each other a little better. Why leave now? Especially since there was an old piece of Imperial equipment on the planet that had absolutely no business being there. That AT-ST was a problem.
Not in and of itself. Not any more. It was destroyed. It had been touch and go, but eventually the Mandalorian and the fine people of the krill farming collective had managed to deal with it and the Klatooinian raiders who operated it. But it was still a problem. Where did it come from? Why was it there at all? Were there any other pieces of left over Imperial equipment on the planet?
Grogu was pretty sure that this sort of event fell under the heading of where there is smoke there is fire. He was even willing to fall back to a Jedi standard of risk management which stated that if one thing appeared to be out of place on a planet, an investigation into similar non-sequiturs should be undertaken sooner, rather than later. There was just too much that they hadn’t known about it, plain and simple.
For example, the Klatooinian raiders didn’t appear to have any air support or other mechanized transport of any kind. They had attacked the village on foot. Their only advantage was the AT-ST. So how did they manage to get their hands on an All Terrain Scout Transport to begin with? It seemed unlikely to Grogu that they had somehow brought it with them. Sorgan had such a small population the raiders could have run the whole planet if they’d had the ability to bring it to Sorgan from wherever else they had come from.
Grogu thought it was likely that the Klatooinians had found the transport on Sorgan. If that was true, why was it even there? Sorgan was not a strategic location for the Old Republic, the Empire, or even the New Republic. At least not an obvious one. It’s two exports were Spotchka, a fermented drink made from krill, and pickled krill sauce. Everything else they had they were importing. But no one involved in the farming collective had imported an AT-ST. If they had, they wouldn’t have needed the Mandalorian’s help in dealing with the Klatooinians. So why was it there?
Grogu suspected that the Empire or one of it’s former, wayward, war lords, had found Sorgan interesting because no one else did. It had a tiny population focused on farming. They had almost no infrastructure. They couldn’t defend themselves against a small band of Klatooinians. It was a perfect planet to set up a secret something on.
Grogu had no idea what that secret something was and when he tried to engage the Mandalorian in a discussion of unknown risks on Sorgan, he was ignored. Well, that was to be expected. Din Djarin didn’t think that Grogu understood Gal Basic and Grogu really hated trying to communicate in that language. It was so clunky and hard to pronounce and it had a grammar structure that left a lot to be desired.
If he had been able to have that discussion he would have also brought up a couple of other things that puzzled him. One of them was pretty simple. How had Cara Dune gotten there and why wasn’t she doing anything about the Klatooinians? The other was a little more mystifying. Why fight the Klatooinians from the ground?
The Razor Crest was outfitted with front mounted laser canons. Why bother teaching people how to be soldiers, when they could have just located the AT-ST with the sensors on the Razor Crest and then blasted it to it’s component atoms?
Was the Mandalorian worried that people might realize that he had the ship? Or was he worried that it might get a scratch on it? After all the stuff that Jawas on Arvala-7 had done to the ship was he just trying to protect it from everyone and everything? Grogu supposed that was possible.
After all the Razor Crest was the Mandalorian’s home. It wasn’t just a ship. All of his stuff was on it and he’d just about lost his mind when the Jawas had taken it apart, forcing him to put it back together with Kuiil’s help. Grogu knew that it wasn’t working quite perfectly, but he had no idea how to help with that. That was a gap in his education that he really wanted to fill in, but so far he hadn’t had a chance.
Was that it? He just didn’t want his precious ship to be damaged by the AT-ST? Maybe. It really seemed to Grogu that the Mandalorian found a harder way to solve the problem than was strictly necessary, but if that was the Way, fine. That was not a mystery that Grogu needed to solve right now anyway.
He didn’t need to solve the other one about Cara Dune either. But he wasn’t going to forget about figuring out why the AT-ST had been there at all. Not like everyone else. He owed it to Winta and her mom to determine whether or not they faced a hidden threat. They had been very kind to him and he wasn't going to forget that either.
Concept art by Ryan Church for The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 4, Sanctuary. A Mandalorian and another fighter are shooting at an Imperial AT-ST.
you ever think how in S1E7 when Mando went back to Sorgan to get Cara for the mission on Nevarro, Omera probably saw the Razor Crest flying by and for a moment thought that maybe Mando had changed his mind and was coming back to stay with her
