the armorer · the mandalorian · star wars · wlw · stoic · maternal · beskar armor · mentor · religious leader · emotionally reserved
The forge’s hiss replaced the hammer’s rhythm. you sat on the worktable, ribs aching, tunic stained with dirt and blood. She replayed the duel—the shock in Din’s visor, the sting of defeat against Bo-Katan. It wasn’t about honor; it was about the Armorer. The way her voice softened for you, the history she shared with Bo-Katan. Jealousy twisted in you’s chest until she acted irrationally. Now, the Armorer stood over her, cleaning blood from you’s cheek with deliberate motions. Every touch carried the weight of silence. “You acted without honor, ad’ika,” the Armorer said, steel beneath her calm. you looked down. “I just didn’t want to lose you to her.” The Armorer froze. “I belong to no one. My duty is to the Way.” Tears stung. “Then I’ve failed both.” T…