Star Wars Oneshots

School Antics (MD)

Peli's Point of View

Peli was a respectable person, one who cared about children and their education. After all, her childhood had been rough, and her biggest advocate was one of her favorite teachers. So, when Grogu showed up in her hangar, she marched right down to the closest school to get him enrolled. Sure, maybe she should have asked his dad first, but the Mandalorian was plotting something with Boba Fett, and she had no idea how long it would be until he'd be back for his ship.

Obviously, if the Mandalorian had known Grogu was in Mos Eisley, he would have been there in an instant. And as much as Peli wanted to get the two back together, she didn't know how to contact him.

Every morning, Peli carried the little guy to the school along with a healthy and nutritious lunch -- always with something with bones in it -- in the small metal lunchbox that was dented from when she'd swung it at that kid's head when she was eight. He had been making fun of her hair, though, so it was justified.

Grogu seemed to have even made a few friends in the few days he'd been there. There was a Twi'lek girl who let him play with her lekku, and an Echani who liked to sit and meditate with Grogu.

Grogu was civil, and every day when Peli picked him up, his teachers gave glowing reports of his behavior in class.

So you could imagine her surprise when, as she was checking Grogu out, a Nautolan man in sharp glasses wearing a stern expression approached her.

"Are you Grogu's parent or legal guardian?" Mr. Stag asked her, not bothering to introduce himself. Peli had gathered his name and pronouns from his nametag.

"I'm his guardian, but not legally or anything. Why? What happened?"

"We have a lot of kids in informal adoption scenarios, but we request that if Grogu's parent is on Tatooine that they attend a conference with us to discuss disciplinary action."

"Disciplinary action?" Peli said, letting a hint of disbelief seep into the words. "What happened?"

"Can we please call his parent first?"

Peli sighed. "Listen, I'd love to find the Mandalorian -- that's his dad -- but I don't know his comm number. He's with Boba Fett, that's all I know." Peli looked at the Nautolan expectantly, wanting him to just tell her what was going on.

The Nautolan's brow skin rose ever so slightly, but he turned back towards his office at a clip, cybernetic foot whirring. Though it was very clear that Peli wanted to be a part of the call, he closed the door in her face.

Peli could hear him talking behind the door, but it was too muffled for her to make out anything. Peli looked at Grogu, who was playing with some sand on the floor, putting it down his tunics and pulling fistfuls out of his ears. He must have been rolling in that stuff.

The door opened and the principal exited. "He's on his way over."

"How did you do that?" Peli asked, impressed with how little time that took.

"His rancor keeper is my brother in all but blood. It's good to have connections." Mr. Stag smiled, and Peli felt almost as icky as the time when she had thought this Jawa was the one she was dating, but they were actually just really similar looking but completely different people. That was a little gross.

A few more handfuls of sand down Grogu's back later and a ship landed outside, kicking up great clouds of dust.

Two figures emerged from the ship. Grogu picked himself up from where he'd been thrown to the floor by the gusts of wind. It was Boba Fett and Fennec Shand -- who Peli recognized by her braid, which had this gorgeous red thread woven into it.