Baby Yoda fanfics (A Mandalorian Story)

The Sanctuary

The Mandorian, the hunter has become the hunted. He broke the code of Bounty Hunters Guild, causing destruction and death at the Client's facility - all because something in him could not leave a mere child in the hands of the Imperials. He could not leave someone so tiny there to be experimented on and, possibly, killed off. So, he was on the run, avoiding traps and assassins. He made a choice and there was no going back.

Razor Crest shivered, her metal groaning, as Mando pushed her through Sargon's atmosphere. Friction turned the air to fire, and Mando watched the orange glow of the flames through the transparisteel of the cockpit. He was gripping the stick too tightly, he realized, and relaxed. He hated atmosphere entries, always had, the long forty-count when heat, speed, and ionized particles caused a temporary sensor blackout. He never knew what kind of sky he'd encounter when he came out of the dark. "Coming out of the dark," he said as the flame diminished and the sky opened below.

Landing on a drought-parched plain stretching beyond the horizon he hopped on his favorite bike, a Black Aratech 74-Z,. Kicking up clouds of dust, he headed for the town called the Sanctuary, a tiny place lost on the planet of Sargen. It was a lush green oasis where people would grow crops and children could run in safety. This was a paradise. These people were lucky to survive as civil war raged in the Galaxy. Armed gangs roamed the crossroads of the former Galactic Empire but, here, peace seemed possible. He decided this was the place where she could lie low for a while.

He rode into the settlement and stopped in the middle of Main Street, surveying the town searching for the local saloon. It was a noisy place with working stiffs milling around the crowded spaces, barmaids running with their trays and a ubiquitous musician in a corner providing the entertainment. Huge clouds of steam erupted from giant woks as humanoids and aliens alike are seated at the table. Heads briefly turned to look at the newcomer as he swung the doors open and sat in the corner, trying not to attract attention. He noticed someone that he knew sitting in another corner - Cara Dune, a fighter that he met In his younger days. The Mandalorian walked to the owner, a woman named Omera.

"When did that one arrive?"

No one knew. When he looked again, she disappeared. Better check it out. The Mandolorian walked to the back of the restaurant and looked around. His thermal vision told her that someone was hiding in the brush.

"I know you are there, Dune. I mean you no harm. Come on out."

"Do I have your word?"

"You are not my target. Come on out!"

Cara Dune came out still pointing her blaster at In the direction of Mandalorian.

"We can be friends. The Empire is no more."

As they shook hands, Omera came running and screaming "Raiders are coming! Everyone, hide!" They saw a band of Klatooinian warriors on all-terrain vehicles crossing the fields.

"They are not expecting resistance," said Cara. "Let;s show them that they are not welcome". She had ran in front of the cantina and opened with a heavy blaster rifle setting some vehicles on fire. The Mandalorian joined with his long-range blaster pouring plasma bolts into the raider crowd. The raiders did not expect resistance and turned back.

"Show is over, " said the Mandalorian lowering his weapon. Villagers were dancing and singing celebrating their victory.

"They will be back," said a Omera and she was right.

As the night came, people came running over screaming the devils are upon us. The Mandalorian checked his monocle and noticed AT-ST or chicken walker heading in the direction of the village. The machine was a lightweight, bipedal walker used by the ground forces of the Galactic Empire. It was accompanied by scores of Klotooinians.

"Things are getting a bit complicated. Apparently, someone else wants this patch of the woods," said Cara.

"I have a plan," said the Mandalorian. "Distract the ground troops and ropes to bring down the walker."

"Hey, Omera! Do your men know how to bring down a raging bull? Well, we got a big bull walking towards us! Dune and I will distract Klatooinians and your men run ropes so that the walker will fall. Everyone got it? We have little time!"

As Klatooinians advanced sure of their victory, Dune and the Mandalorian opened with their rifles. The villagers ran to spread the ropes in the path of the walker. Several homes caught fire as the walker crew started to fire on the village. The screaming continued as Klatooinians kept coming. Some firing their rifles, some brandishing swords. A blast hit close to the Mandalorian position. "Dune, respond!" The was no answer. The Mandalorian crawled to where Dune was last seen. She was laying on her back with a large burn hole through her chest. "Damn it, Dune"

The Mandalorian kept firing and firing. The walker finally got caught in the thick ropes spread by the villagers and fell with a deafening noise and exploded. The battle was over.

A few days later, the Mandalorian boarded his ship and left. Maybe, this was not a paradise after all.