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What is this place?
Luke looks around, it’s looking like he’s walking into some kind of forest. Green lush forest. Why is he here?
He walks so absent-mindedly that something knocks on his face, “Oh! What’s this?” He takes a good look at it,
“Eggplant?”
Yes, it’s an eggplant. A really nice big long smooth eggplant. And not just one, a whole bunch hanging from its tree.
Luke tries looking around again and every tree bears eggplants. Is this some kind of eggplant forest or something? And how to get out of it?
Luke walks and even runs, it’s just an overwhelming amount of eggplants surrounding him everywhere he turns.
No….NOOOOOOO.
“Eggplant!”
Luke abruptly wakes from his dream, sitting and panting in his bed.
‘Oh, you’re awake’ Ben’s shimmering force ghost is sitting on a chair next to his bed,
“Ben? What happened?” Luke tries to remember the sequence of his life events, the most vivid one is the eggplant forest.
‘You fainted, Luke. And your padawan’s Mandalorian father carried you all the way here, such a nice gentleman’ Ben says,
“Really?”
‘After he dressed up properly, yes’ Ben adds with a smile, stroking Grogu’s perky ears who’s sitting on his lap, ‘And I am here to keep you and this little one company’
“Mama” The child looks worried,
He reaches out for him, then the events play out through force projection.
The little one here wanted to go to swim so he persuaded his father by throwing himself into the stream. His panic father had to dive in and get hold of him but the child insisted they go swimming. So the Mandalorian had no choice but to let his child swim in the stream and the fact that swimming and being in the water with full armor wasn’t very convenient so he inclined to take off his armor and even his flightsuit underneath, considering there should not have been any living beings around then it was safe. And to be honest, swimming with his child was quite nice.
They were having such a good time together, Luke can see their smiling faces and hear their laughter clearly. Swimming and enjoying their time together like a loving father & son they are.
And damn, he has to admit, witnessing the man’s soaking wet upper body and hair through the child’s vision almost got Luke lost in the projection there. He looked so loving, because he was with his son. Guiding those little hands above the water, making sure his son was doing alright and having fun.
But isn’t this their private moment? Should Grogu be showing him this?!
And then, when they decided it was enough fun, the little one was put on the bank to dry out. That was when he sensed Luke and Ben’s force ghost nearby so he rushed out to meet them with his naked ass, causing his father to run after him.
And here they are.
Luke sighs, shaking his head to his little padawan,
“You did that on purpose right?”
‘.....Maybe?’ Sucking his own finger because he knows he’s cute,
Luke covers his face with both hands and groans, that was beyond any level of embarrassment Luke has ever been through his entire life, how is he going to face Din now? Without thinking of the incident, he really has no idea.
‘What’s with eggplant you just said? You crave eggplant for your next meal?’ Ben asks, genuinely curious.
“.....It’s nothing” Luke shakes his head violently as if he’s trying to forget it, “Where is he now?” If he’s not nearby then Luke can plan to avoid him properly,
‘If you mean the Mandalorian, he just left’ Ben sighs,
“He did?”
‘Yes. It looked like he received some kind of transmission and had to leave immediately. It’s something about the war breaking out on Tatooine. I tried talking to him but he didn’t see me, unfortunately, it seems urgent’
Then Artoo rolls into the room, beeping happily as he sees Luke is already up.
“Hey Artoo, sorry about that”
Artoo berates some more, surely seeing his master being unconscious and carried in the Mandalorian’s arms was quite a shock, he almost tased the man with his shocking stick. But the man quickly explained himself and the situation as well as asking Artoo to take them to Luke’s room so he can put his master down to rest.
It’s still embarrassing but Luke regrets he doesn’t remember what it felt like to be carried in the Mandalorian’s arm, Din’s arms. It must have been really nice. When was the last time someone carried him? Since he was still very young when aunt Beru and uncle Owen did carry him maybe. Being tossed and carried around by some greedy bounty hunters meant to capture him for credits doesn’t count.
Ben, Grogu, and Artoo just look at him silently yet judgmentally.
Artoo beeps,
“He left me a message?”
Artoo then starts playing a holo. It’s Din. He’s already in his full armor.
‘Luke, I’m sorry I have to leave immediately. There’s something urgent coming up and I can’t postpone it any longer. I hope you will recover from your fever soon’
Oh, that’s right, Din still thought Luke was sick with fever that’s why he fainted all of sudden.
‘I will try to get this resolved as soon as possible and come back to visit Grogu….and you’
Luke blushes at that, at Din’s mentioning he wants to visit Luke too,
‘I’m…I’m sorry for what happened. I was just trying to get my kid and I didn’t expect you to be there. Please forgive me’ Din managed to look like he was super embarrassed even with the helmet and armor on.
Oh don’t worry, you ARE totally forgiven, sir.
In fact, Luke wants the repetition to test himself that this time he won’t faint. That’s what a decent Jedi should do, testing his ability always.
But then Din paused,
‘If….you don’t hear from me ever again. Please take care of Grogu and yourself’
“What?!” Why is he saying this? Why is it like he’s saying goodbye or something?
‘Please tell Grogu…that I have to do what I have to. I gave my words to my friend that I will help him out even if it might endanger our own lives, because that’s what we live by as Mandalorians’
Luke’s blue eyes have the reflection of the holo,
‘Tell him I love him so much. And Luke, please take care of yourself, even if it’s just for a short time but I appreciate everything you’ve done for us’ He paused again, ‘....Yeah, that should be it, thanks droid’
And that’s the end of holo,
‘Hmm…I have heard his transmission, not that I eavesdropped or anything, I was standing right there he just didn’t see me even when the little one constantly waved at me. Anyway, it’s about a spice war between the Syndicate called the Pykes and the local new crime lord who opposes them trading the spice around the planet. It’s honorable I must say but very dangerous as well. We all know those people don’t play it fair especially if it involves spice’ Ben strokes his own beard,
‘Mama? Papa no come back?’ Grogu blinks his sad eyes,
So, that’s it? Did Din just say goodbye to him? Because he will be fighting with one of the most dangerous spice Syndicates and he’s doing it for his honor as Mandalorian and he wants his son to remember that.
Kark it.
A fuming fire just exploded behind Luke, lighting up the whole place.
‘Oh? The infamous Skywalker force inferno’ Ben clasped his hands in appreciation, doesn’t seem to be scared.
You stupid farricking Pykes trading spice or whatever! You don’t get to kill my man! We didn’t even get to talk and confess yet!
Over my dead body you spice inhaler catfish!
“Artoo! Prepare my X-Wing!” Luke rushes to grab his cloak and lightsaber, as well as changing into his nicest pair of pants and boots. If he’s going on a rescue mission again he’d rather look good.
The astromech beeps cheerfully and rolls up, he’s always up for the commotion. Skywalker commotion to be specific.
‘Do it for Mando love, son’ Ben looks so damn proud as he hands Grogu over,
“Thank you, Ben” Luke nods before he heads out,
“Hang on, Grogu”
The kid squeals happily on Luke’s lap. He’s seeing his papa again!
Ben just watches as the X-Wing flies up and disappears into the sky,
‘Having so much fun, you are. Hmm?’
‘Actually yes, master Yoda’ Ben just smiles to another shimmering force ghost next to him, ‘Our little baby is all grown up to be a Jedi Master now and about to find his love, I am having so much fun’
‘...What’s so fun about it’ Another voice joins them,
‘Anakin, welcome’ Ben smirks, ‘Finally decide to join us monitoring our baby’
‘My baby’ Anakin argues,
‘We all help raising him in his Jedi path’ Ben says and Master Yoda just cackles, ‘And I think he’s finding love, I hope you are okay with it. We don’t care even if you aren’t’
‘Mandalorian? Really?’ He snorts, ‘I want my baby happy but why Mandalorian?’
‘There’s nothing wrong about Mandalorian?’ Ben counters,
‘They hunt Jedi, don’t they?’
‘You’re not saying’ Both Ben and Yoda shake their heads, look at him as judgmentally as force ghosts can.
‘That was a long time ago and both Jedi and Mandalorian are almost extinct now. We shouldn’t bring that up as an issue. If, they really have feelings for each other and Luke is happy then so be it’ Ben continues as he strokes his beard, ‘He seems very nice and he loves his adopted son so much even if the little one is a force-sensitive child. I’m sure they will have no problem raising a loving family together’
‘My baby….is going to be with a Mandalorian and raising a young version of Master Yoda. This must be my punishment’ Anakin looks defeated,
‘Very cute indeed, young version of me’ Yoda just cackles hard,
‘Please don’t be offended because he screeched when he first saw you’ Ben adds and Yoda is now cackles even harder,
That’s right. When Luke first brought Grogu to train, he introduced him to every of his force ghost masters until Anakin showed up and the little one screeched into his face. Poor little thing.
‘But it’s really hard imagining you could have been that adorable, master. Is that even possible?’ Ben is genuinely curious,
‘Insolent, are you? Of course, that lovable I was’ Yoda chins up to tell him,
‘That’s bantha shit’ Anakin is deadpan,
‘Your tongue, watch it’ Yoda manages to jump and hit his head with his force cane,
‘Ouch, how come it still hurts. You are seriously haunting, master Yoda’ Anakin touches his own head,
Ben just chuckles.
Well, good luck Luke.
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To be continued….
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