[13 Time Skipping Still]
Anakin and Juno have just returned from a supply and farming equipment run.
With Ana excitedly running over to me dragging a couple of crates behind her which may or may not contain the engines for a trick starfighter built by Manadal Motors.
After Shmi explicitly and without allowing any form of dispute to be lobbied, preemptively forbid Ana and I from building a pod racer to compete in the Boonta Eve Classic.
That is coming up in roughly seven months…and of course Ana, went behind her mother's back and cranked up the adorableness to maximum levels.
Which I resisted…somewhat but broke down under the combined efforts of Little One, Juno and Ana.
Juno, Ana and Little One had become thick as could be when it came to being besties…bonding over their mutual love of flying and flying fast.
I'm pretty sure Juno kept slipping away to give Shmi updates on the two Podracers Ana and I were building.
Which was confirmed when Shmi marched into the garage, grabbed me by my ear and dragged me out of said garage.
I shut down that argument rather quickly by "groveling" and sliding underneath her dress, then pinning her up against the wall of the garage.
By the time we were done Ana and Little One couldn't look at us for a week or more without blushing up a storm and running out of whatever room Shmi and I walked into.
And any time Shmi went to raise a complaint of our building a podracer I very thoroughly made her temporarily forget all about our going behind her back to make one…well two.
Up until she finally brought back up in the form of Xena and Hinata all loaded up with weapons and Shmi herself in her armor and a hand on the Westar-35 blaster pistol at her hip.
Both women shared her opinion that Ana shouldn't participate in the Boonta Eve Classic. Though Shmi miscalculated because I knew I could convince them that letting Ana compete of her own free will will help her heal from her traumas as a slave.
And I also argued that in Mandalorian space Ana is a fully certified pilot with multiple ship class stamps.
I put up a very good argument and of course Shmi still had the decision to make herself but I put a few extra cards in my sabac deck by bringing her to the mock race track I had but together that was an almost perfect copy of the course the Boonta Eve Classic will be taking place on.
I even added sniper droids with Tusken Raider slug throwers on an artificial ridge, along with a couple of pre-made Podracers with droid pilots that would do everything possible to stop Ana and I from crossing the finish line.
Shmi of course coddled both of us, and tried to stop us from racing on the mock course. But Juno swooped in and informed Shmi about all the safety functions of the course and pod she slipped in while I and Ana were completely unaware.
With the aid of Little One…the little traitor, as revenge I won't buy her that custom starfighter she's been designing using the "Mandala Motors build a ship" app on her data pad.
Okay that's a lie as I have already sent in the multiple designs and reiterations based on the original designs with minor changes from her experience flying the multi-role Fangfighters.
I can't wait to see the expression on her face when she goes to reveal her finished product, only for me to drag her up to my flagship and present it to her.
"Big Brother, why are you cackling and rubbing your hands together like that villain from that cartoon you made about that redhead girl who is great at everything. Except for realizing she's in love with her goofy blonde haired best friend, whose pants are always falling off at the worst possible moment making incredibly wacky things happen?"
"I am not acting like Doctor Drakkon!" I defended myself valiantly up until all of the adults and Little One piled on pointing out the obvious.
"I'm an incredibly powerful force user who didn't get to have a childhood, because I was forced into a type of slavery by a tyrant psychopath who was in turn working for a xenophobic tyrant sociopath. I think I'm allowed to be a little strange and unhinged at times!"
'Also I got killed and sent here by some R.O.B…S.O.B!'
"I promise I'm not thinking anything harmful or really evil…just don't mind me." I had been sneaking towards the open door that Hinata used the force to close on me.
Getting ganged up on by all the girls made me realize I really need a bro, 'I wonder how Kenobi would feel about me kidnapping him, in order to be my best friend?'
"Has anyone heard whether or not Jango Fett has agreed to meet with me yet?!"
My question was answered by a starship landing on a free landing pad just outside of the compound.
Meeting Jango wasn't as pleasant as I hoped it would be, you know the saying never meet your heros? You never realize how true it is until…you actually do.
In all reality Jango wasn't that bad just incredibly depressed and angry as sin…drowning his PTSD in booze.
Though I think he'll get better now that he has Arla in his life and wasn't that a wild goose chase that lasted a month with Jango trying to kill me after every false lead only to find her on Coruscant after she was sentenced to life in a psychiatric ward, for the criminally insane.
It took Ana, me and Hinata who is a highly skilled and experienced healer in both the mind and the body through the force. To undo Death Watch's brain washing and indoctrination.
When I asked Hinata why she didn't try to fix me, she simply said that it wouldn't be appropriate since we're romantically involved.
Jango and Arla both swore their loyalty to me and my cause, especially after I showed them what the future would look like if nothing was done to stop the almost complete extinction of the Jedi Order.
Jango was reluctant to admit that without the Jedi the universe would become a much worse place than it already is.
And Arla found that the empire reminded her way too much of Death Watch…so it was really hard to convince Jango to go forward with being recruited to become the template for the clone army.
But he caved when I insisted that they also try to convince the long neck cunts to make Arla clones to a more diverse army and all that.
With our Podracers built and tuned to the best that they were ever gonna be Ana and I started looking for new projects to work on in-between training for the Boonta Eve Classic.
Somewhere along the line, I had told her about Pacific Rim and Jagers.
Which led us to trying to design our very own Gypsy Danger, large droids are nothing new and neither are power armors. So all we had to really do was look at what already existed and what could be used and what we had to design ourselves.
We took our ideas to Mandala Motors Engineers and designers…the amount of enthusiasm the Mandalorian engineer and designers put into our mecha design alongside of us was near fanatical.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised a giant mecha built for fitting would definitely give any nerd a hardon…put the design ideas in front of Mandalorian nerds/eggheads and you get fully devoted fanatics to the creation of fighting mechas.
In less than three months we had a mostly functioning prototype, sadly only two force users on mine and Ana's level can even pilot the darn thing.
And even then it's with great difficulty and effort, so I started researching if there was anything like the technology in Pacific Rim for the mental handshake.
And what I found is an implant much like in the TV series Andromeda, but the tech has been outlawed since before the Mandalorian Wars.
And so after maxing out my repair ability that basically gave me technopathy, I started to resurrect the technology using myself as a guinea pig locking myself away from pretty much everyone.
And only letting Ana in to bring the much smaller Jager and a very expensive droid brain that one would only use if they wanted to automate a cruiser class starship.
With a vow of secrecy Ana and I worked together sinking into the force to create my prototype.
Once the changes to the mini Gypsy Danger were complete Ana brought in the full suite of medical droids, and a very good brain doctor to my private workshop and had me hooked up dozens of monitors.
Which was something that if I didn't agree to, she'd involve her mother and get my project shut down…premenatly.
Plugging into my Jager…was an almost indescribable experience, the closest way I can even come close to trying to explain it is becoming one with the machine. I was no longer flesh and blood but metal, circuitry and coolant…
The first merge with the Jager almost drove me insane when my human brain kept telling my robot body it wasn't receiving the proper feedback.
Of sensations and touch, which made Ana have to forcibly eject me from the Jager. Though I counted it as a success because I was able to stand up and take a couple of steps before that little critical failure.
Thankfully the brain doctor added insight to our problem so I offered her a shit ton of credits plus putting her name on the official finished product as an invaluable specialist.
With her help we designed a nervous system for the Jager and a more cohesive brain unit, while with a cybernetics specialist we started integrating the artificial sensation centers into the miniature Jager.
By the time we had a fully functioning prototype with all that was left to send it to Mandala Motors and work with them on super sizing our mecha to the mark 3 Jager that can only be operated by a force sensitive.
Only for Shmi to cut mine and Ana's fun short by telling us the Boonta Eve Classic is a week away from today.
'Holy Shit, it's been a year since I came to this universe as I got dropped in like a few days away from last year's Boonta Eve Classic.' A smile comes to my face as I get all the girls loaded up into the Rogue Shadow and fly us up to my Flagship that I still haven't been able to name.
Blindfolding both Ana and Little One, and then wrapping my force power around both of them so they wouldn't be able to sleuth out the surprise.
I lead them to the opposite hanger where their presents await them.
"So as you all know today marks the anniversary of the day we all came into each other's lives. Ladies you have all gotten your presents over the last week. Whether they were massages, cuddle time or a date. But today it's time for Little One and Anakin to get their presents." Shmi was blushing fiercely at my words while Juno, Xena and Hinata snickered as Shmi rested a hand on her lower abdomen.
'Shmi got a little more than she expected when she took a pregnancy test yesterday.' My excitement at being a father was tampered by knowing that I would soon be entering the Naboo/Trade Federation conflict and right now it didn't feel all that real yet.
Gently pulling my power away from Ana and Little One's senses, and giving them both a little poke to take off their blindfolds two very shocked gasping squeals filled the hanger.
The ladies came up and hugged me from three different directions while Shmi settled in, in front of me and we watched the girls inspect their custom ships. Both being based on the Lancer Pursuit Craft's.
"I really don't know how to feel about you giving my daughter her own Bounty Hunting ship." Shmi murmurs good naturedly as she leans her head back against my shoulder.
"She's an adventurous girl Shmi…she's going to leave us at some point or another. I just wanted to make sure she'd be as safe as possible when she does. Both ships have capital grade shields, are plated with a Phrik-Titanium-Gold Alloy, are weaponized to the teeth and come with a complement of 1 dozen Jet-Dark Troopers designed to look like Mandalorian Supersommandos for incognito operations. All programmed with the directives to keep Ana safe and alive by any means necessary. There's also a full medbay and a Bacta tank."
"She's not even ten yet…and if you keep giving her everything she could ever want you're going to ruin all my hard work in raising her." Shmi teases we'd had this argument a couple of time and we both knew that after the first argument I had been decided to be "wrong" and that nothing short of the dark side corrupting her would ever turn Ana into what she feared.
Which in future arguments became her argument and then I always lost them. It's really confusing sometimes. I've just learned to go with the flow and to shut Shmi up by kissing her very intensely and grabbing her ass.
"ANA, DID YOU GIVE BUIR MY DESIGNS, BECAUSE MY SHIP AND YOUR'S HAS MY DESIGNS?!' Little One rarely uses her voice but when she does she really uses it, I flinch a little at her using "Buir" which is the Mando'a word for father, mother, or guardian.
Little One appears in front of me with a complicated expression on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.
"Buir, explain…please?!" Shmi, Xena, Hinata and Juno giggle and leave me to deal with my adoptive daughter's complicated emotional state.
'Traitors, see if I do those things you all love in the bedroom after this betrayal!' kneeling down so that I and Little One are eye level with each other.
I take off my helmet and sigh softly. "Little One, I knew the anniversary of our meeting was coming up and I was struggling with finding something to give you and Ana that would convey how special you both are to me. I saw how hard you were working on your ship designs with Ana…and I knew that without outside influence they most likely never would have been brought to life. So when you and Ana took the Pod's out to race the practice track, I made a copy of your designs, went through them and picked out what I thought you and Ana would get the most use out of and sent them off to the company to make. I'm really sorry that I invaded your and Ana's privacy. I just really wanted to give you something special." I didn't even realize that both Little One and I were crying before she hugged me.
"I'm still mad at you, Buir. But I love you too!" Little One murmurs softly and nuzzles her face against my neck.
"So you like it?"
"I love it…I'm still mad at you though, so I'm going to pretend to hate you for a few weeks…" Little One giggles against my neck before enhancing herself with the force and pushing me away with an angry expression on her face.
'Why are women so confusing?!' I wonder at the concerned looks Ana, Shmi, Xena, Hinata and Juno keep shooting towards me and Little One.
'Wait…she's manipulating me for something, yes that has to be it!'