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I just published "Smuggling A Mandalorian " of my story "The Mandalorian Jedi". https://www.wattpad.com/1158325593?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=NeganIsACat

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The Mandalorian Jedi - Smuggling A Mandalorian

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Subject 8190

There sat a man in the middle of a padded cell. Eyes glued to the floor, his hair matted and knotted. The disgruntled man furrowed his brows as if he was in deep thought. When the door to his cell opened with a creak do to old age and rust. Shifting his gaze from the floor to a sharply dressed figure narrowing his eyes into a venomous glare. The well sharply dressed person wasn’t fazed at all use to the glares and death threats. They quirked a brow and stared at the disgruntled man before them.

His matted hair fanning his face as the well dressed person approaches him. The leather glove they wear grabs him by the jaw. Behind those yellow eyes anger and rage burned brightly. His aged body shook with unspoken anger and hatred. “Mr. Suzuki, Sir?” a meek and timid voice spoke from behind the sharply well dressed man.

“Yes, Ms. Kato? What is it?” the sharply well dressed man now known as Mr. Suzuki crones.

She took a hesitant step forward before replying, “Going through the notes and information that was provided. Subject 8190…”

“Drayden.” Croaked the disheveled man sitting in front of Mr. Suzuki. “My name… is Drayden.”

Mr. Suzuki gave a small glare and spoke, “Lab rats don’t speak nor interrupt someone when they’re speaking.” Giving Drayden a shove. Before turning to Ms. Kato giving her a nod to continue.

“As I was saying, Mr. Suzuki. Subject 8190 other wise known as shifting Kaiju. Can shift in and out of his Kaiju form back to human. Blood type B negative. Height 6’1. Age is irrelevant. Though it seems they haven’t gave him a field test. To see how he could handle other kaijus.” Adjusting her glasses as she skimmed through the file.

“The KDF is rather secretive when it comes to their latest passion projects… but this one is well forgotten…” Mr. Suzuki grinned darkly. “And right for the taking.”

Ms. Kato looked at her boss in complete shock, “But, Mr. Suzuki, sir. You surely aren’t thinking about stealing from the KDF are you, sir?”

Mr. Suzuki stood to his full height and fixed his tie, “Now, Ms. Kato, stealing is such a strong word I’m simply… borrowing him for awhile. If you will, Ms. Kato, radio our pilot and have the team to bring the transport containment pod. We found what we were looking for.”

With a sigh Ms. Kato radios the pilot as Mr. Suzuki looks back at Drayden. His yellow eyes seems to glow as his face twists with rage. ‘Damn these restraints.’ He cursed inwardly to himself. The two then left as four combat dressed men entered while one rolled in the transport containment pod. Drayden fought against his restraints trying hard to escape.

The four combat foot soldiers held him down as he fights the restraints and the four combat foot soldiers. The stress of the situation wasn’t helping as his body slowly began to change. He gave a deep growl as the restraints started to tear and snap. One soldier had a sedative and tried injecting it into Drayden’s neck only for it to be dropped. Struggling against the soldiers Drayden managed to fight them off and brake free from the restraints.

Charging past the soldiers and bolted out of the cell. ‘Fucking finally freedom!’ Drayden’s freedom was short lived as he crumbles to the floor. Mr. Suzuki had shot Drayden five times with a sedative pistol he had carried on his person. Mr. Suzuki glare disapprovingly at his men, “Useless all of you. Now get him in that transport containment pod! We wasted enough time!” His men hurriedly put Drayden into the transport containment pod and quickly followed their boss.

Rolling the transport containment pod out of the cell with an unconscious Drayden inside. Mr. Suzuki glanced at the camera with a smug grin and gave a wink. Knowing full well that the head of KDF would be watching the security feed. Now on the rooftop of KDF headquarters. His men had loaded up the transport containment pod onto the cargo plane. “Ms. Kato.” His voice stern and cold. “Call my chief scientist and get them caught up to speed.”

“Yes, sir.” She was quick to respond and whipped out her phone dialing the number.

Mr. Suzuki was playing the long game carefully watching and waiting. “Sato… you bastard. I’ll never forgive you for what you did. It’s my turn now.” He stares at the city. With Mrs. Sato out of the way momentarily. Mr. Suzuki could do whatever he pleases but one man… one hero prevented that from happening. “Ultraman.” He growled.

Chapter Two: Hello Old Friend

It's been a whole week since the incident and Mac is trying his best to adjust into the city. But the loud noises are making it quite difficult for him. Having six ears is no joke, they're highly sensitive especially when it comes to loud noises. With a sigh he throws off the covers and slides off his bed. Macaque shivered once his feet touched the cold floor. Walking towards the window seeing that it is a clear night. He opens up the window and climbs out, macaque closes it back once he is outside.

He jumped on a nearby window seal and scaled the apartment. Macaque reached the rooftop, lifting himself up onto the ledge. Letting his feet dangle off the edge, he stared up at the sky. Macaque felt a sense of security as he gazed at the stars; the tranquility of the night was always so calming. With a sigh, macaque thinks back to that day just a week prior and it still angers him. Narrowing his eyes at the mere thought of it shaking his head to rid himself of the thought.

Maybe tomorrow he could visit Mk at pigsy's noodles. He grinned at that remembering all the trouble they got into. "Ah, good times." The dark-furred monkey stayed a little longer before deciding to go back inside and try to get some sleep. Completely unaware that a certain stone monkey now has him under their radar. “So, you finally came out of hiding, huh…. Liu er.” Once back inside, macaque covers himself and drifts off to sleep.

Dream/Memory

Two monkeys played and chased the other around in blissful ignorance completely unaware of their destined future. The two young monkeys now rested under a tree enjoying the coolness that the shade provided from the hot sun. “Hey, peaches?” The white furred monkey spoke up. The other monkey now dubbed as peaches hms in response. “Do you think we’ll still be friends when we get older.” Peaches scoffed at the question, “Duh! We’ll be friends for the rest of our lives, mango! And there’s no one who can separate us!”

Mango lightly laughed, “Yeah, you're right, peaches. No one can.” Both monkeys watched as the clouds rolled by making funny shapes, some were bunnies, others looked like dragons. The white furred monkey's tail curled around the other's tail soft purrs came from him as he leaned against his friend.

Oh how wrong they were back then.

Dream/Memory Ends

Macaque slowly stirred awake from his slumber. Yawning as he stretched, waking himself up, “Another day and another year to suffer.” Though the dream he had last night… Who were they and why did the other monkey seem familiar? He shrugged it off and pulled the covers off, sliding off the bed, stretching once more to fully wake himself. Grinning cheekily today he was gonna pester pigsy, “He’s gonna hate me but I don’t care.” He puts on his everyday clothes and heads down the stairs. The apartment was quieter than usual. His father must be at work already.

He quickly makes his way out the door and being the monkey that he is fuck the stairs as they say. And slides down the railing once in the small living space, macaque grabs a piece of fruit and heads out the door. The young monkey walked down the streets while playing a mobile game. ‘‘Maybe I can hang out with Mk if he's not busy, that is.” He thought out loud to himself. Looking up from his phone an all too familiar sign was in front of him.

Grinning, he quickly walked inside, “WHAT’S UP FUCKERS!” His sudden entrance startled Tang, causing him to drop a bowl of noodles he was eating and coughing since he choked on some of the broth. “Damn it kid! How many times have I told you not to do that!” Pigsy’s grumpy voice sounded from the kitchen. The cheeky little shit that he is only laughed. “Admit it you’d be lost without me.” The older male grumbled and sat a bowl of ramen down on the counter. Pigsy wouldn’t dare admit to anyone he did actually care for the young simian much like Mk he did see mac as a kid of his own.

Macaque sat on the stool and grabbed the bowl, “See and you knew my favorite ramen too.” He happily ate the noodles. Pigsy returned to his work focusing on making the customers orders. A little later Mk shows up… late like always. “Mk your late!” Burnett haired boy just awkwardly grinned and scratched at his neck. Liu er shook his head amused by this and continued eating. “Sorry, pigsy, my alarm didn’t go off, so I overslept.” Mac shook his head. Classic Mk oversleeping like usual.

“There’s no time for slacking, it's time to get to work, Mk.” Pigsy spoke. Nodding Mk quickly left and gave a quick apology to Liu’er. The pig demon sighed and continued his work. After a while Mk came back from his deliveries. “Hey, Mac, I wanna introduce you to someone but we’d have to use my staff to get there.” Lui’ Er thought for a moment before replying, “Yeah sure, why not.” The energetic boy grinned and grabbed macaque’s arm, “Alright! Lego!”

Mk used his staff to reach FFM. “And where we are! Flower fruit mountain!” Macaque blinked as he processed what Mk had just said. “Hold up a sec… Did you just say Flower Fruit Mountain? Like the FLOWER FRUIT MOUNTAIN that’s the home of THE sun wukong?!” Mk nodded excitedly before Liu’er exclaimed, “Oh hell nah! Take me the fuck back!” Frowning at the panicked simian, Mk shook his head. “It’s too late, you're gonna meet him.”

Mac groaned, annoyed as his friend dragged him. Passing underneath a waterfall they entered a large cavern and up a head was a small house. “Monkey king! I’ve brought a friend I’d like for you to meet!” Mk shouted with excitement. Macaque felt dread wash over him. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea. As if by magic the great sage had appeared in front of them. “Mk! Ready for training?”

“I am. But firstly, meet my friend Liu’er!” Mk gestures towards the dark furred simian. Wukong’s grin turned sour at hearing that name and he glanced at the young boy. He was hauntingly similar to the late Lui’er Mihou. Macaque shook underneath sun wukong’s stare. This was his first time ever meeting him but it felt like he had known Wukong all his life. “Mk… I really wanna go back to Pigsy’s.” Macaque mutters under his breath.

“Mk, let’s go and chat for a sec.” Nodding at his mentor’s words he followed him. Macaque stood by himself lost in his own thoughts and picking at the sleeve of his shirt. Moments later Mk came back and he looked very upset. “Come on, we're leaving.” Mac looked surprised at Mk, “But what about your training?” He scoffed at macaque’s question. Liu’er then looked back at Wukong, who sent him a glare.

Shivering at that he could only assume that their conversation wasn’t a pleasing one. Macaque knew better than to ask Mk what had concurred between them. Frowning, he felt horrible that Mk didn’t get to train today. Wukong watched them leave and he lightly growled, “What’s your plan, macaque? I swear if you ever hurt Mk. I’d kill you.”