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I am Luke Skywalker.
THE Last Jedi of the galaxy and the Jedi master even without a padawan, not yet.
I searched the galaxy, yes I did. But force-sensitive younglings were not easy to find right now whether none of them exist or the force did not want them to be found after the cruel fate of the Jedi Order falling.
But force has mercy. One fine day, he finally felt the nudge in the force.
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While he was meditating….fine, he was actually sobbing after watching drama holo-series nonstop, the story focused on father & son relationship and Luke definitely had super soft spot for that so he sniffled and blew his nose when he watched their dramatic parting scene while Artoo just strolled past him casually, picking up his soaking used tissues and berating how gross it is but Luke couldn’t care less. The scene was so heart-wrenching so he was laying a sobbing mess on his couch.
Then he felt it, a gentle touch yet urgent from someone on the other side of the galaxy. He quickly got up, wiped his face with the back of his hand and rushed to his meditation room as Artoo yelled after him to wash his hand.
“Sorry Artoo, I’ll take care of the mess later”
The astromech beeped lowly as if grumbling ‘Like you will’, the droid then proceeded to burn all the used tissues to disinfect the place, human mucus was not to be taken lightly.
Luke quickly sat into his composure, once he closed his eyes and concentrated, the message just rushed in like a river flow. Then he saw it, the image of a tiny little child, green with big rounded eyes and large perky ears, so unbelievably cute.
‘Help us. Me and Papa. My papa good man, strong and kind. But bad people too many and I am tiny. Papa want me with Jedi. Safe. I sense danger. Help us. Help papa’
Luke’s eyes opened abruptly. A helpless force-sensitive child and his father in danger! Luke’s heroism was awakened like a wildfire right then and there. No father and child shall be harmed in his wake! And finally a chance to have a padawan, the very first one, finally he could fulfill his duty as a Jedi Master. This temple was way too empty with only him and Artoo berating all day everyday anyway, finally a tiny padawan to fill the place with joy and laughter.
But then he felt the very last message as if the child had summoned all of his force to send it to him so he closed his eyes again and listened carefully. Maybe their coordinates or something very important….
‘....Papa single’
Luke mentally blinked. Then the force was terminated as if it just got hung up. Luke opened his eyes and replayed the message. A single father and a force-sensitive child in need. Maybe there was a vital message somewhere in there but he couldn’t think too much now, the rescue mission must be pursued immediately.
“Artoo, prepare my X-wing…..what are you burning!”
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So here he is, the galaxy last Jedi and a Jedi Master with no padawan yet arrived on the Imperial cruiser. As soon as he traced everything and felt the force of the little child again, he flew here the fastest speed he could, space traffic ticket be damned.
The cloak is clean and ironed (thanks to Artoo even if he grumbled), his lightsaber hanging on his belt ready for any action. His boots are clicking on the floor as he walks. He still feels the little bundle of the force, scared yet warm and merry at the reunion. So the father has already arrived to rescue him but the worry is still there so maybe they’re having a hard time getting out of this cruiser.
Green lightsaber ignited and deflected the blaster shots aimed his way.
Worry not, I am here to rescue you and your single father. Luke hums in his heart. He’s happy that finally he will get a padawan and even more, said padawan is the same species as Master Yoda. Luke wonders how powerful the child can be but let’s hope he’s more well-behaved, no offense please do not show yourself right now. He would rather deal with these droids than a grumpy green force ghost.
Looks like these droids are the only threat here. Luke is glad because they’re much easier to get rid off than actual storm troopers, at least they are not alive and their all black forms rub him somehow.
He slashes the last droid on this level and goes into the elevator. His force indicates the little yet strong bundle of force signature, so bright and innocent, like hope, looks like the child and some of the people are on the bridge. He adjusts his cloak, he wants to look good for his first meeting with the little padawan. But not until he finishes with another unit of the black droids he senses waiting for him in the hallway, seriously who chooses this prototype color, it reminds him too much of his father and he doesn’t approve.
Slash. Slash. Slash. Bang. Bang. Crush. Crush.
Now the very last one is crushed by his very force hand, please switch off in peace. Alright, this should be it. Luckily he still got the moves, good thing he warmed up his joints before this. Is that oil stain on my cloak? Artoo’s going to scream at him, ugh.
Open the door please, should he knock or wave to the camera or something? Oh it’s opening now. Where the smoke comes from? Is something burning?
Oh hello there.
Standing before him is a shiny armor with his green saber reflecting on it, Luke blinks. He doesn’t have an unhealthy fascination with a man in armor and helmet, at least that’s what he’s telling himself.
This is a mandalorian, he remembers now. He has learned not so much but he at least knows what of the Mandalorian and Jedi. A force-sensitive child belongs to a mandalorian father, does he miss something? That was unexpected.
The other four are all women or at least look like women. So this one should be the father. His eyes scanning the room underneath the cloak, searching for any danger but it doesn’t look like there’s one so he clasps his saber back on his belt and lifts up his cloak to meet them all with his face to show sincerity and that he comes in peace.
At the same time, the little one slowly comes out of the hideout behind the chair. Oh Force, he’s even tinier than Luke initially thought. So tiny and so cute, even cuter in person.
“Are you a Jedi?”
He’s asking me? Luke resists the urge to blink and squint.
I just slashed through the whole platoon of the all-black wannabe droid troopers with my lightsaber and also using the force in the process and he’s asking am I a Jedi? But maybe that’s just some kind of affirmation question, yep that must be it, Luke means to stay on the positive side of the force.
“I am” He answers coolly, because he’s cool.
Then he glances at the little child and his expression almost melts into affection, “Come, little one”
“He doesn’t want to go with you”
EXCUSE ME.
Can you read the force message? No? Okay. Luke is calm, he is calm, he is calm.
“He wants your permission”
And Luke proceeds to go on with his decree of some kind of Jedi cool oath of youngling protection and teaching little one how to control his ability, and so on. He’s not a baby snatcher damn it, even if he looks eager to have a padawan.
Then he has to watch the man in the armor picking up the child so gently and talking to him in the most affectionate way ever, a father & son moment. Not gonna cry, he’s not gonna cry. Jedi master does not cry in front of others, they might mistake him as a pathetic weak one.
Until the man removes his helmet.
Luke blinks, he looks human, of course. But now Luke can feel it clearly, the overwhelming feelings of love, sorrow, affection, agony, everything all mixed up and it radiates in the force, between the child and the human father.
‘Papa’ The little hand touches his face and Luke almost flinches with how much the scenario reminds him.
‘Luke, let me look on you with my own eyes’
Luke slightly looks down and closes his eyes. He still remembers everything as if it was just yesterday.
Then Artoo rolls in, complaining about the mess Luke made in the hallway, hello buddy.
The little one then slowly walks up to them, it looks like these two recognize each other, maybe they have met at some point of time in history.
Luke tries sending an encouraging nod to the father who still looks super sad but tries to stay strong for his kid, before Luke picks up the little one, awwww he’s so adorable this close. They share a short moment together, feeling each other’s force and it’s so warm and so bright.
“May the force…..”
“Mama!”
Luke’s eyes snap back at the child he’s holding,
“Mama” He still points at him with one of his three pointy fingers,
Luke is stunned for a moment…...Mama? This little one just called him that in front of everyone like this? Luke resists the urge to look around nervously. He mistakes him for his mama somehow? They look alike?
“Excuse me?” Luke still composes himself, trying to look cool as a Jedi master he is,
Then the little one points back at his father “Papa”, then points back at Luke “Mama”,
Now Luke is nervous, he likes men yes but it doesn’t mean he wants to be a mama, at least not right away but how did the kid know? The way he swings his lightsaber? Or the way he struts in his boots? Is that super obvious?
“Little one, I think you’re confused….” But Luke will make his way out, he’s innocent here.
Then the flow of conversation crashes into him like a train wreck.
‘Are you single? Papa single too. Please marry him and be my mama. Blebleblebleblebleble….’
‘S...slowly, little one’ Luke almost didn’t catch it,
‘Papa handsome. Papa got big gun’
‘!!!!’
Luke secretly sweats, big gun….which gun he’s talking about?
‘.....Marry papa or I will screech’
Luke’s eyes almost widen with that statement, wow...what a powerful child.
“Is everything okay?”
The child’s father asks, hmm...does his voice usually sound this good?
“I’m Luke. Luke Skywalker”
Let’s begin with a formal self introduction as he’s still trying to find the way to explain to this little one that people do not marry the first time they meet.
“Weh weh weh” The child swings his both tiny arms like encouraging him to do something,
‘You my mama now?’
‘!!! People are not someone’s mama only just self-introduction, little one’ Luke explains,
‘Why not’ The child pouts and Luke squints,
“What is he telling you?”
Oh right, he’s still conversing with the child’s father. How is he going to put this? But...he doesn’t look like he recognizes Luke’s name at all? Really? What is going on here?
‘Tell papa you Grogu’s mama now’ The child grunts,
Grogu? His name is Grogu? So cute yet so mischievous. But dear force, he really has to do this properly.
“He says you’re single and he wants us to marry”
Yep, that’s true, Jedi do not lie. Maybe the father can work this out with his own child, but…
The man is actually...handsome. Curly hair, intense brown eyes, and stubbles. In his big strong shiny armor, once again Luke’s telling himself he doesn’t have unhealthy kink….fascination with a man in armor who also happens to be a good father and he looks older than Luke....oh dear, he’s screwed.
The child, Grogu, looks at his face and giggles,
‘Papa handsome, see?’
‘Little one…’
‘And strong, and kind, and good with guns’
‘................’
Alright, the child was right, his father was quite a man but above all, the love that radiated out of him right now, so fierce and protective. It’s almost too overwhelming. Luke has felt parental love from parents to their children when he was out on some planets full of families but nothing comes close to this. Like this man is willing to fight the whole galaxy to make sure his child is safe. And it does something to Luke’s poor heart right now.
“ Alright lovebirds”
A strong looking woman interrupts their awkward conversation which Luke is totally grateful. She says the father is going back to Nevarro with her and Luke can contact him from there, sounds good. So it should it be, he should excuse himself before it gets more awkward and hopefully Luke’s subtle eye contact isn’t too obvious.
“May the force be with you”
With the last smile, Luke turns around and walks away with the blue astromech. He hopes his hips don't shake too obviously thanks to the cloak, Leia once points out he walks like an absolute bottom when hot men are around, that’s totally bantha shit.
‘Mama’ The little child calls him cheerfully,
‘Not yet, little one’
Artoo beeps, ‘You’re getting laid?’
“Artoo!” Luke quietly scolds,
‘Mama, mama’ The child claps with joy,
‘It’s Master Skywalker or Master Luke’
‘Mama Luke’
Luke groans, he gives up. He really can’t with these two, they’re not even out of the cruiser yet and he’s got outnumbered already.
But really, he came here for a padawan not a husband dang it. But...a fierce warrior single-father who loves his child tremendously as a future husband doesn’t sound bad at all.
Hmm...maybe Luke’s first message should be him holding the child to show that he’s safe and happy with Luke, not that Luke really wants a hot single dad in shiny armor to visit ASAP.
‘Someone is daydreaming, you got a ship to pilot’ Artoo scolds him,
“Can’t I daydream for a moment? I just fought the army of droids, I need some soothing time” Luke says back,
‘Wash your bed sheet too’
“Artoo!” Luke’s blush is deep red now,
‘Mama! Papa! Grogu got mama and papa!’ and the child bounces himself happily on Luke’s lap,
Luke groans but proceeds to pilot the X-wing into hyperdrive.
And his lips cannot stop curling into a bashful smile.
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Grogu and his mischievous self will be back to finish what he has started.
Making sure his papa and mama got matched properly, worry not.