The Fortunate Few
thetamehistorian
Summary:
The rumours, when they started, were quiet, tentative.
They were whispered in the dead of night between brothers sharing bunkrooms, passed down from veteran to shiny. They were a comfort when the battle turned and all seemed hopeless. Then the first lost brothers came back and the rumours amongst the clones grew confident, grew louder, became shouts.
Do not be afraid, they said. Do not be afraid if you are hurt and alone.
The Relief Corps will find you. The Relief Corps will save you.
In which a Jedi forced into war refuses to give up on her values and a clone Captain learns there’s more to life than scrapping clankers and sometimes that’s enough to change the fate of the galaxy.
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Summary
The Armourer once told Din that to be Mandalorian is to be both hunter and prey.
He's pretty sure this isn't quite what the Armourer meant.
According to his Creed, Din is now an apostate, dar'manda, no longer Mandalorian, yet he is also Mand'alor courtesy of a weird laser sword that he can't seem to get rid of.
In which Din tries to reconcile with his new titles, goes on a journey of self-discovery, and does his best to ignore the incessant ringing noise emanating from the blade on his belt which is only adding to his hatred of the darksaber (but that's ok because he’s starting to get the sense that the feeling is mutual).
An AU fic post Chapter 16: The Rescue
Shelves: Star Wars Fics
- Site:
- archiveofourown.org
- Words:
- 36,616
- Status:
- Completed