#Tionese

[dapurinthos]

♫♫♫ star wars star wars star wars*

the ~fun~ of figuring out equivalents to our-world things. who is your akhilleus? i need to know what this tendon's name would be. should it be someone from the xim histories, as tionese writing is the equivalent to ancient greek? or perhaps from the alsakan archaiad, wherein the perlemian trade route is referred to as 'an arrow sent into the possible'? the perlemian tendon? the perlemian heel? the tionese did use alsakan as a staging ground to attack coruscant so, was, in that way, an achilles heel for coruscant.

also greatly amusing myself by translating the μέγῐστε κοῦρε from the opening of the palaikastro hymn as 'bestest boy' because μέγῐστε is the superlative of μέγας.

Ἰώ μέγῐστε κοῦρε χαῖρέ μοι Χρόνειε aka hail, o greatest youth/son of kronos.

fun: a bunch of the translators ignore the κοῦρε here in relation to how κοῦρος appears in other texts, where it's pretty much 'baby' because of the deep need of some people to connect classical/homeric greek myth with supposed 'minoan' mythology and cling to the idea that this 'youthful' zeus as they call diktaian zeus is the connection between a theoretical

(THEORETICAL, i repeat, loudly, over these type of peo— YES I AM TALKING ABOUT YOU JANE HARRISON you too WALTER BURKET. kerényi károly you get a pass because you came at it anthropologically instead of insisting on 1:1 inheritance and are sitting with me at the 'james frazer haters' table.)

young minoan god through

(i SAID sit DOWN, m—)

a """syncretized""" deity called zeus velkhanos to a 'cretan zeus'. no, it's not there. didn't exist. they're invoked separately in a treaty, sorry hesychius, you lost this time. we've got a weykhanō, an elkhanos, and a welkha[ ], but no attachèd zeus-ing.

but. i greatly enjoy the idea of 'hail, kronos's bestest boy'. because the κοῦρε is appending to Χρόνειε.

* this is always done to the tune of person person by mirah, specifically the 'oh person person person' part and has been done so for a long time. i think i was actually introduced to it via a playlist by @penilune back in the livejournal days?

[les-mis-in-space]

Timeline of Tionese Religion

-The Cronese worship a number of gods in antiquity -The worship of these deities becomes less popular under Xim, who was either an atheist or considered himself the only god, depending on the source (some say he was an admirer of the Rakatan gods and considered himself their successor, hence his adoption of the Daritha title) -Though Cronese polytheism dies out shortly after Xim, storytellers such as Remoh and Denat Ireighali incorporate the gods into their work -Mythologists recognize that what is considered “Tionese mythology” are either adaptations of historical events with gods thrown in, post-Xim legends set in pre-Xim Tion, or pre-Xim myths with the names of Cronese gods substituted for the gods of the original legend -Earnest worship of the ancient gods resurfaces as a result, but with a new melting pot pantheon (for example, the Cronese death god has no consort, but the Mullanese death goddess is married to the god of precious resources, so many myths give the Cronese death god a queen with the Mullanese goddess’ name and make her the power behind the throne) When Tion joins the Republic, many worlds adopt Core World religions, many of which are monotheistic, bitheistic, ditheistic, or evolutions of Coruscanti Zhell sun worship (Embaril practices a heavily Tionized version of this) -Mandalorian religion also takes hold in Tion for a time, both from Mandalorian pocket communities and from admiring Tionese who appropriate the Mandalorian pantheon wholesale while selectively reinterpreting Mandalorian values to fit their own beliefs (Understandably, Tionese Mandalorians do not appreciate this) -The bulk of Separatist Tion, mainly Raxus and Tion proper, adopt a contradictory mix of pluralism and atheism, where all religions are theoretically encouraged but in practice are secularized to the point of becoming little more than fashion statements, with genuine religious expression being tacitly frowned upon -Throughout history, there are two types of Xim cultists. The first group reveres the Despotica as an inspired text that prophesies Xim's return. The second group denounces the Despotica as blasphemous sensationalism -A radical Ximist sect claims that Xim was a Taung (justifying their position with a folk etymology that “Argaians” means “fruit of ‘Ore” with ‘Ore being an abbreviation of Mandalore) -During the reign of the Empire, a church centered around Palpatine springs up on Raxus; many genuine sycophants convert without realizing said church is actually a cover for rebel activity -There is a religion called the Order of Incessant Replication. No one knows where it started, but everyone blames everybody else

[multiversalexports]

Coruscant Shift #1 - Deck

Coruscant Shift is a variant form of Corellian Spike, invented for the the immersive Disney hotel Star Wars: Galactic Starcruiser launched at the Walt Disney World Resort in 2022.

As well as the new rules and variant dice, a new card deck was designed for Coruscant Shift, intended to be a luxury goods version of the game, and was available for guests on the Starcruiser to purchase. Buyers have appreciated the look and feel of the deck, but it is not very hardwearing - the foil materials used in the design frequently begin to peel with time.

The Coruscant Shift deck was more accessible for players because it used Roman numerals. Latin numerals and letters have in Star Wars have been glossed as a 'High Galactic Alphabet', used infrequently compared to Aurebesh, the written form of 'Galactic Basic'.

In Legends material, 'High Galactic', explained Latin-language designations like 'X-Wing' and 'R2-D2', and was said to be descended from 'Old Tionese', which glossed the Greek alphabet, explaining the use of Greek letters Alpha to Omega.

'High Galactic' language use was linked with the lore of 'High Human' culture in Legends, which explained human-centric elements of Star Wars and the lack of aliens in the ranks of Galactic Empire as a the product of racism and human supremacist ideology cultivated in by Imperial elites.

[trudemaethien]

Tell us about the 17 is a serious criminal WIP?

this is a side-story from the kih’ad series offshoot of the noncon au, that happened in the very early days of Kamino.

Seventeen is a 10 standard-year-old-equivalent, and he is a Good Soldier, but unfortunately the same traits that will make him the best special operations soldier in the whole GAR when he’s grown, could get him into serious trouble now as a cadet.

He hears intel and he analyzes it, and he plans and executes a covert mission.

The intel: a project is being streamlined, and Seventeen has a burning need to know what it’s about before it disappears. Even in the few years he’s been boots on deck Seventeen unfortunately already has experience with what streamlining means. It happened to the Nulls, most of the 90’s batch too, and the gestational process for the main units has been streamlined since the beginning. When Seventeen infiltrates the special project laboratory, he decides on the spot that it is important enough to try to salvage as much of this classified material as he can before it gets discarded.

He’s not big enough or fast enough to relocate all of the classified material, so he grabs the nearest and smallest couple units, and spends the next couple hours stashed in a closet while he furiously hacks into records to hide his crimes weirdly pale stolen cadets amongst the general population. It’s feasible; these ones are the right shape, not deformed…for the most part.

Seventeen doesn’t see any of them again until years later.

(Rex was little enough that he doesn’t remember his experimental designation, but Seventeen does, and he is therefore quietly amused at the name he chose having a similar sound to Ksi, the High Galactic symbol Old Tionese letter he’d been labelled with. Yes, Omega was from the same experiment. No Seventeen didn’t grab her. Nala Se was allowed to keep one specimen).

[kaleidoscope1967eyes]

10 and 25 for the ask game :)

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Oooh, good question... This is a piece of lore specific to my canon and not actual canon, but Luna's favorite fact is that the Jedi Code wasn't actually written in Basic--it's been translated from the original language (now near-untranslatable) to High Galactic to Tionese to countless other languages, and finally into Basic. Much of the text's original meaning has been adapted and distorted over time, often with unique interpretations across different cultures and time periods--and, in the process, absorbing the philosophies and traditions of other religions. The modern (pre-Empire) version, known in the academic world as "High Republic Standard," is the most recent (and most strict) iteration of the code. Basically, the importance of all this that Luna likes to emphasize is the fact that the Code is a living document, constantly evolving to fit the circumstances the Jedi face.

25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Aside from being a scholar in the usual sense, Luna is a very accomplished artist and musician, both in terms of knowledge and in terms of skill. She's always shown that spark of creativity, spending much of her childhood drawing or singing to the animals her family herded. During the days of her "cultural reeducation" in the Empire, part of how they molded her into a proper, refined young woman was by teaching her of the 'artistic superiority' of the Core Worlds. Aside from merely learning details meant to be memorized and tested, she also learned theory and technique, picking up multiple instruments and art styles. She favors the Alderaanian arts--and, once the planet has been destroyed, she's one of the few people left who can preserve them.

OC ask game!

[tahiriveilasolo]

There is also the phrase “bantha got your tongue” with the same meaning.

Tionese in SW is equivalent to Greek in real life by the way. And Mandalorian slangs are most common in Karen Traviss’s books, while Yuuzhan Vong vocabulary can be seen in every NJO book.

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

[lorewarden]

OC x Mother Koril: Part 2

(Click here for part 1)

“Mo... Koril”, she mumbles. “So, Nita, are you local?” she inquires more loudly, hoping to cover her near-blunder. To her relief, the human appears not to have noticed it.

“My crew and I use Nar Shaddaa as our base of operations, but no, none of us are local. We trade with Bothawui”, Nita clarifies.

“Smuggle, you mean.” Koril has seen enough Hutt Space to know that any business they conduct with the outside is likely less than legitimate.

The human breaks into a wide grin. “Trade”, she corrects, “We're not spice runners, believe it or not. My employer is a strong proponent of establishing real – legal – ties with other factions. Granted, it doesn't exactly benefit him in the Hutts' political arena, but it hasn't earned him any enemies either.”

Koril prods further, and Nita is quite forthcoming. She learns that Hutts these days have difficulty operating outside their own territories, which has caused the local market to become oversaturated with armaments and spice. The weapons are always in demand, of course, Nita explains, but with the clans fighting over scraps, they opt to stockpile them rather than risk selling to competition. Roggin the Hutt, Nita's employer, is attempting to revive the economy by exporting metals and luxury items to the Bothans, Tionese, and other peoples not affiliated with the Republic. The work is slow, however, and old habits difficult to break.

The Zabrak listens attentively. She is grateful that Nita is too engrossed in the explanation to ask her any questions, and she realizes this is the longest she's spent in conversation with another being in a year. It is not unpleasant. She is barely aware of the bustle around her now.

“So, how long until your next run to Bothawui?”

“Three days, probably. Roggin is scraping up some extra security, so as soon as they arrive, we'll be good to go.” “Are you expecting trouble?”

“No more than the usual pirates and the like, we'd just rather stay on the safe side.” Nita pauses. “Say, you look like you can handle yourself – would you be up to joining us?”

Koril stiffens. “What makes you think I can fight?”

“The fact that you're here by yourself. It means you're either tough or monumentally stupid... And you don't look stupid.”

Koril considers the offer. She hadn't planned on staying on Nar Shaddaa long, much less joining a crew. Getting entangled with the Hutts is risky in the best of times, which these were decidedly not.

On the other hand, it beats having no plan at all.

She regards Nita. The woman seems earnest, and, despite first impressions of the Besalisk idiot, if a drunk is the worst she would encounter on this crew, perhaps she should count her blessings.

“Very well. I'll join you on this run, but I make no promises beyond that.”

“Naturally”, Nita nods, pleased. “Let's see how it goes.”

They exchange holocom frequencies, Nita provides docking bay coordinates, and after a few parting words, Koril decides to make her way back to the shabby hotel in Wormstew Town.

Just Koril, she chastises herself for the earlier slip, mother of no one. Her clan has lain dead in the charred remnants of Brendok fortress for a year now, and her daughters... She had not been able to find them in the world's wilderness, despite weeks of searching whilst avoiding the newly-arrived group of Jedi. Neither could she feel their vibrations in the Thread.

Not only had she proven powerless to protect them, but she had even failed to sense the moment of their deaths.

Just Koril, mother of no one.

***

Nita slumped next to Hex and sighed. Had she overstepped by offering Koril this job? What good would it do either of them, anyway? It was apparent that Koril had not sensed her – otherwise the Zabrak would not have left her breathing.

She had genuinely not expected to see her here. Go figure, she thinks, I've managed to run into the one person I've spent months trying NOT to find...

The person that her former Master had tasked her to find. NEXT CHAPTER

[mimasimp]

Empire and Conquests of Xim The Despot

( 25,130 BBY to 25,096 BBY)

[queen-breha-organa]

Everyone needs to read this passage from “The Essential Guide to Warfare: Star Wars” by Jason Fry.

Its a little long so I put the second half under read more, but I need everyone to read this whole thing because this passage just puts into words all my thoughts about the complexities between Jedi and politics-

“Throughout its history, the Jedi Order oscillated between standing apart from the Republic's government and institutions and being tightly integrated with them.

Beginning with their role as defenders against threats beyond the galactic frontier, the Jedi sought to protect civilization and for all its imperfections, the Republic stood for millennia as the highest embodiment of civilization. From early in their history, the Jedi were wary of ruling others, fearing such power as an invitation to the dark side. They preferred to remain guardians and watchers, not military leaders, ministers, or kingmakers.

Yet over the millennia, the Republic occasionally fell into darkness, led astray by evil leaders who used the levers of democracy to amass power for themselves. And sometimes it faced terrible external threats-most notably that of the Sith, whose power would wax and wane over the eons. Each time civilization threatened to topple into ruin, the Jedi faced a momentous decision: Did the Republic's survival require the Order to intervene directly in its affairs?

At various points in galactic history, the Jedi reluctantly decided such intervention was necessary. They stepped in to prevent the young Republic from annihilating the Tionese, plotted in secret to overthrow the Pius Dea chancellory, and served as chancellors while directly ruling large swaths of Republic territory in the chaotic centuries before Ruusan. Each time, the Order surrendered the powers it had assumed, returning to its guardian role. But as the Republic decayed and the Separatists gained strength, the Jedi began to once again debate whether a more activist role was required.

By 22 By matters had reached a crisis point. This time it was the Supreme Chancellor himself who asked the Jedi to assume a new role: A powerful army awaited Republic command, but the Judicial Forces were ill prepared to lead them. Mindful that the Separatists were led by the Jedi apostate Count Dooku, the Jedi agreed to lead the Grand Army to Geonosis in an attempt to short-circuit the Separatist threat.

The Jedi-technically already members of the Judicial Department-were appointed officers in the Grand Army, as well as the Republic Navy, Starfighter Corps, and Special Operations Brigade. While the Jedi were officially part of the military hierarchy, their responsibilities and commands were fluid, with Jedi Knights such as Anakin and Obi-Wan leading troops into ground combat one day, commanding a naval task force the next, and accompanying commandos on a secret mission the day after that. For the sake of simplicity, Padawans considered suited for military duties were given the rank of commander, while Jedi Knights and Masters were referred to as generals.

This wartime bargain caused a rift in the Jedi Order. Some Jedi welcomed the chance to take action, but others saw leading troops as a betrayal of key Jedi precepts. Even Jedi who accepted their new responsibilities were badly strained. They grappled with the morality of leading clones who had been bred for war, and watched Padawans and younger Jedi Knights succumb to impatience and anger, burning for revenge on the Separatists and their leaders.

"In this war, a danger there is of losing who we are," Yoda admitted in one of his darker moments. But the Jedi Grand Master had no idea just how much truth his words held.”

-The Essential Guide to Warfare: Star Wars

[moinsbienquekaworu]

OKAY SO. I was asked for my aurebesh thoughts and I shall deliver! @zeawesomebirdie this is for YOU <3

Here's what the standard version of the aurebesh (I used it like you'd use the word alphabet because well, it's alphabet but in SW speak) looks like, rewritten by me but faithful to the most widely accepted version that I know of.

Now, this is all fine and good for computer fonts, since you're at best typing them with a keyboard. But to actually write, with a pen or stylus? Extremely inconvenient. Try to write that A cleanly but in one try. That's just not easy to write: the diagonals, the two different parts, it's just not made to be written.

I can hear you think "it doesn't need to be written though does it, who still writes on paper in the GFFA?" and fair, but. But. 1) some people just like Doing It Like They Used To in Ye Olden Days and there must be a thriving community of calligraphy enthusiasts making their own paper and writing in ink. 2) if WE can have apple pencils they can have styluses, if only to draw, and a natural extension of that is writing little notes. 3) and most important I think, but often disregarded, it's easier to learn a new writing system if you make your hand go through the motions. Obviously there are exceptions and obviously you can still learn by just seeing but actually going through the motion and gesture? That really helps a majority of people. Source: I took japanese and russian classes, and therefore had to learn both the japanese writing system and the russian cyrillic alphabet, and yes, putting in the effort to copy the symbols again and again with a pen in your hand works much better than trying to remember it from having seen it, and it was the same for a lot of other people in my classes.

(Obviously the aurebesh was developped hastily by people who wanted to make it a font before anything else AND who are most likely american, which is a country where they don't teach you cursive anymore apparently, so that influences things)

All of this to say, I think since the fun of being a fan is filling in the holes of canon and having fun with your stuff, I tried thinking of what a more realistic aurebesh would be like.

From my deep dive on wookieepedia a while back, I learnt that a few actual alphabets of our world exists in the GFFA, like Tionese is written using Greek and Sith markings are Hebrew letters, + our roman alphabet is called High Galactic, but is a very fancy thing most people don't use. So, the aurebesh is the standard writing system of galactic basic, which means it's probably very widespread. I imagine that people actually do learn to write with some kind of stylus, just to get you to remember quicker and because either you have access to the equivalent of an apple pencil, you can find a ballpoint pen somewhere, or you have an outside with dirt/sand and some kind of pointy stick thing. That means we need a more writing-friendly version of the aurebesh (not even a cursive version, just an easier block letter version, I'm still brainstorming that one because god this was NOT made to be cursive but my love of cursive is powering me through)

So here's how I write the aurebesh!

Purple are letters I've rewritten but without real changes, and blue are actual changes, ranging from "yeah I could tell what this was" (p, o, v) to "I think you need to know that it's this letter to be able to tell" (a, g, eo). I'm pretty proud of that A honestly! Generally, I rounded out things that could be rounded out, made simpler things that didn't need to be complicated to be understood, and reduced the number of strokes necessary, because needing to lift your pencil and come back for a second stroke is a huge time loss. You might also be able to tell that I took japanese for 4 years in my squares: the TH looks like a 日, the W like a ロ, the K like a コ, and the H is basically a 三 because I like to work smarter not harder and I love japanese. I made the V into a normal Y from our alphabet, and I still get I and L mixed up a lot of the time, but here it is. And YES I forgot the numbers but uuuh tbh I always forget them so yeah haha. Might do a few sentence samples just for fun + to show what it looks like when I write it VS my normal handwriting (because I'm a handwriting amateur)

Another note: I hate with all the fibers of my being the "reverse the letter and that marks it as a capital" because it is incredibly clunky and inconvenient. Nobody does it like that and it's stupid. I think making them bigger/smaller like the computer font version of cyrillic is the way to go honestly, like Д for capital and д for lowercase. I don't have the words to explain why but you should not mirror a letter and make it a capital that is bad and wrong and it clearly was thrown in there last minute when people asked. Either everything is capitals or the lowercase is smaller but please no mirroring T-T

If you have anything to contribute I am BEGGING please come tell me. If you have cursive aurebesh ideas I will ask for your hand in marriage right here and there. When I told my best friend about this they said "oh my god this is like Tolkien why are you thinking about how the people of the galaxy would use their alphabet what is wrong with you (affectionate)" and yeah.

(Also ALSO bonus aurebesh fonts I like, apart from the standard one: the Aurebesh Droid, Rodian, Cantina, and Typewriter. )

[dapurinthos]

having to write that scene so i can refer back to it later in-fic (the scene will not be in the fic) but i'm refusing to do anything but dialogue. & i was just 'if the visions themselves hurt, how can i make this worse?'

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“Do you know what it's like when all possible futures coalesce into one? It’s not an epiphany. It’s not a very nice feeling at all. It’s a collapse. It’s—it’s a death. A death of possibilities, of maybes, of, of hopes. It all collapses to a single point. Such hopes. All those possibilities collapsed down to a point, and—and all the maybes strangled by a single is, and now those hopes are shattered. There's all sorts of ways that futures are cut down. Krynda Hulis wrote about it like gardening. Prune this tree back to give that plant more light. Make sure the mint stays where it belongs. Stars, Ari hates mint. Do you know how long it took to find toothpaste that wasn't mint? I think I went to all the pharmacies in a five kilometre cubed area just to end up finding this weird, tree resin-flavoured toothpaste in some little Tionese grocery hidden in a tiny corner of the Embassy Mall. It tastes like someone doused a bunch of herbs in vanilla.” “You're delirious.” “I have a compound fracture in my left tibia that I forced back inside me that I'm barely holding in place with the Force and you're here to kill me.” “Not if—” “Part of keeping a garden is weeding it. No one ever thinks of the weeds. There are good weeds, like taraxa and chasuka. On some planets it’s weed, not a crop. Remember—remember when we ended up stranded on Aduba-3, out on the Triellus, because of the problems between the miners and those native priests?” “The Modirin Mining Concern.” “Of course you remember all the details. They were so mad that those priests were conducting funerals and burying the droids and cyborgs alongside the miners killed when that one chromium mine collapsed? And Rael raided that one maze-stalk field only to find out that there were still months to the harvest, so all the ones he brought back were underripe? Three days of taraxa leaves.”

[les-mis-in-space]

Bail "Bahil" Proving

Species: Human Date of birth: 21 BBY Pronouns: he/him Occupation: Student, rebel Affiliation: Fraternity for Public Restoration Analogue: Jean Prouvaire

Bail Proving, self-styled with the archaic moniker “Bahil,” was a university student and a member of the Society for Public Restoration. A passionate poet and lover of beauty, Proving was a polyglot, fluent in Huttese, Mandalorian, Shyriiwook, Old Corellian, and Old Tionese. Proving shared a bond with the Wookiee Borrowawro, for whom he often translated. Proving was an anti-capitalist who blamed corporate greed for the failure of the Separatist movement as well as the downfall of the Republic.

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[absolxguardian]

With Andor introducing a lot of people to lost planets for the first time, I’d like to post some excerpts from Battlefront Twilight Company by Alexander Freed, the first new eu novel to introduce the concept of planets with human populations cut off from the wider galaxy and lost their access to “modern” technology. Also Twilight Company is pretty similar in tone to Andor, being a darker military thriller showing the regular infantry soldiers of the Rebellion. 

There are two characters from different lost planets in the novel. One, the main character, Hazram Namir, comes from a planet embroiled in endless war. The other one is an Imperial defector named Everi Chalis, who came from a planet whose residents struggled to survive. She became the apprentice to Count Vidian from A New Dawn, but faced constant discrimination. The Kenari seemed to have a better time of things than other lost planets. The excerpts are things that I think are pretty universal to people from lost planets, and help give an idea of what it was like for Kassa to be thrust into the wider galaxy.

The excerpts are kind of long, so I put them under the cut. 

Chalis stood from her table and carried her bowl to the washstand. Namir kept his eyes on his food but couldn’t help tracking her in his peripheral vision. She walked back toward him, seated herself at the opposite corner of his table. “I’m going to give you some advice, Sergeant, because you’ve been useful to me and I think you need it. You can listen or not.” 

This time, it wasn’t the words that caught Namir’s attention. Her voice shifted as she spoke, rising in pitch and losing that odd, artificial enunciation. It took on a new accent—not entirely foreign and not entirely familiar—that brought back memories of a world Namir hadn’t seen in years. 

Chalis shrugged, and when she spoke again, the accent was gone. “You’re from Khuteb? Promencius Four? One of those Old Tionese colonial backwaters, I imagine, though I can’t place the dialect.” 

“One of those,” Namir said, almost too soft to hear. 

“Fine,” Chalis said. “So you’ve barely seen a working sanitation station by the time you’re ten years old. The Rebellion comes and uplifts you, gives you food”—there was some scorn to the word, accentuated by a flap of her hand toward Namir’s tray—“and shelter. Not much, but it’s an improvement. Naturally, you pledge your allegiance to your saviors. Am I close so far?”

“I grew up like you did,” Chalis said, though she didn’t look up. “Not on your particular colonial disaster, but close enough.” 

“Crucival,” Namir said. “It was called Crucival.” 

Chalis didn’t seem to hear him. “We had nothing,” she said. “My mother tried to sell me to a Trade Federation exploratory vessel when I was six. I was too small. Out of pity, the captain gave me a packet of nectrose crystals. 

“Imagine this little girl who sleeps on her mother’s stained mattress in the ruins of a bombed-out paper mill. Nectrose—you’re supposed to sprinkle it in water—it makes things sweet and fruity, but I didn’t know that. 

“I didn’t have fresh water. I’d stick my fingers in the crystals and lick them off. I rationed them, gave myself a treat once a week for months. I broke out in hives every time. It was the most wonderful thing I’d ever encountered. 

“That was how I knew I had to leave my world. It was how I realized I was living in filth, eating garbage and drinking poison, when offworlders were so rich they could throw nectrose packets to children.”

Something had changed in Chalis’s voice. It took Namir time to recognize it beneath the rasp, but her accent had changed. Once again, the strange overenunciation was gone, and the way she spoke was suddenly familiar. 

She almost sounded like she was from Crucival. 

“I got into the Colonial Academy. How isn’t important. I trained as an artist. I made it offworld and found I was still the lowest of the low, a pretty savage rich sponsors put to work as a novelty. Under the Republic, I had nowhere to go. I could scrabble and claw against the sides of the pit until my hands bled and never climb out. 

“When the Empire rose, it wasn’t kind to me. But it rewarded success. Count Vidian saw some…quality in my sculpture. An ability to visualize concepts in a way he couldn’t. He offered me an apprenticeship and my art fell to the wayside. 

“I did horrible things, Sergeant. I proposed mining the atmosphere of an inhabited planet, leaving its people wheezing the rest of their lives. I found ways to make slavery efficient again. I told a moff I loved him and slit his throat as a favor to another. 

“But I thought it was worth it. I climbed to the top of the hierarchy by being a damn good adviser. I earned the respect of men who thought generations of ‘good breeding’ was the key to success.” 

Her tone had become bitter, and specks of spittle dotted the front of her datapad. Her shoulders rose and fell even before she began coughing. What started as a dry rasp became wet and mucosal, like the heaves of a woman rotting on the inside. 

Namir merely watched, waited. He felt neither sympathy nor pity. 

Finally the coughing subsided. A few moments later, Chalis resumed. “Now I know the truth,” she said. For the second time since he’d entered the room, she looked up at Namir. 

“The truth?” he asked. 

“I never had respect,” Chalis said. “The moffs never considered me an equal. Darth Vader never considered me a threat. The Emperor sent Prelate Verge—a brainless sycophant—after me while Vader was…” She waved a hand dismissively. “…chasing rebels. 

“The Ruling Council never saw me as anything but a runt of a sculptor from a backwater planet. I gave up everything to defect and they barely even cared.”

Hazram Namir did not fully believe he had left the planet Crucival until Gadren—the creature from the camp—walked him to the viewport of the starship Thunderstrike. He’d ridden a drop ship up from the planet’s surface, nearly vomited down his shirt in the back of the windowless box as it rattled and clanged viciously, and he’d swayed unsteadily while descending a ramp into the Thunderstrike’s docking bay.

He’d never seen so much metal and plastic in one place before. The Rebel Alliance’s Sixty-First Mobile Infantry didn’t need to conquer Crucival. If it wanted the planet, it could buy it.

He stood alone at the viewport long after Gadren had moved on. Crucival seemed small and petty amid the stars, a mottled sphere of green and gray and yellow too insignificant to hold a single city, let alone nations.

He thought of what he was leaving behind to fly away in an alien cage. He had not expected to miss the yellow grass or the clouds. They had been fundamental to his existence; now they had been stripped away.

Yet when his mind turned to Pira, to his father, to everyone he had left far below, he felt as weightless and free as the ship.

He was out at last.

Private Hazram Namir had been in his bunk disassembling and reassembling a DLT-20A blaster rifle when word about Alderaan came down. It hadn’t meant anything to him. Only the fact that Howl had announced it over the Thunderstrike’s intercom indicated the planet’s destruction was anything out of the ordinary: In the two months since Namir had joined Twilight Company, he’d seen weaponry that could melt gleaming cities into slag, fought beside more species than he could name, heard stories of a Galactic Empire that held millions of stars in its grip. If he’d been told that planets were a common casualty of war, he’d have believed it without a second thought. 

In the mess hall that night, however, he’d seen the bitter faces of his comrades and heard their stunned oaths. Whatever had happened, it was something new. 

“You said they’d bombed and gassed planets before,” he’d asked Gadren. “What’s different about this one?”

Gadren had looked at Namir with his alien eyes and said, “This is the difference between the hope of life and absolute death. Everything that was Alderaan is now gone.” 

He hadn’t understood entirely, but he grasped enough. He’d seen the Malkhanis and the Creed and others eradicated, purged until only the tattoos of the exiled and the dead remained.

If you’re fascinated by the idea of lost planets in Star Wars, again I recommend reading Battlefront Twilight Company. And like I said, its similar in tone to Andor. If you want something that has a lost planet as its main setting, I recommend Phasma. Her homeplanet is basically Fallout crossed with Mad Max. The only other piece of Star Wars media that has dealt with lost planets is the Star Wars Rolepaying Game sourcebook Nexus of Power, which describes the planet of Weik. But that’s more tongue-in-cheek than the novels, as its just a planet to let you play a more medieval fantasy setting while still being inside Star Wars.

[evilrevan]

Andraria Anyale - Emperor’s Wrath/Empire’s Wrath

[vespertine-legacy]

Joined a group for HM KP last night, couldn’t get past Foreman Crusher. (It was mostly from dps not moving out from the rock throw and subsequent dust cloud, getting their accuracy reduced to zero for several seconds, and then not being able to kill the adds).

May have been a mistake, because now I’ll be locked out of HM KP on my operative (aka the only toon I have anywhere near decently geared, even though 322 and mostly still Decurion track with now at least a mix of Tionese and Columi is still laughable gear), and because—as we didn’t finish—we didn’t even get any HazMats out of it, but it was at least pretty fun.

I did parse decently, I think, although I hate that in order to do so I had to just overheal the shit out of myself. On one pull, I healed the way I normally would, and had a shit time keeping up with my energy management because of it (and got outparsed, and lots of folks nearly died). On another pull I just fucking spammed kolto injection on myself (even though I didn’t need heals) and landed fucking 40k hits on everyone in range of me. So I guess operative is a one-button class now? I’ve been sitting here lamenting that I don’t know how to heal anymore and everyone else has picked it back up so much faster than me and it’s just that they really did pare it down to one stupid OP ability? I know that healing isn’t always about the numbers, it’s about whether enough people stay alive to unalive the boss, but, uh. That is not the way that people talk about it, especially not with the numbers that you can produce just by spamming one ability.

Also, new starparse, I DONT like that if you’re in a DIFFERENT PARSE GROUP from everyone else, you can still see everyone’s numbers. I would like to parse privately. I want to be a shitter in peace, thank you very much, that’s the entire fucking reason I made my own parse.

But also. I need my raid team to understand. I had one opportunity to raid this week that wasn’t just joining a fleet/endgame pug. And I’m not back up to feeling safe doing that again. I don’t know when I will be. Hell, I hardly feel safe running ops even with guild groups if Princess and Suff aren’t there to stand between me and certain people. I definitely don’t feel competent enough to just put together my own runs, even in story mode, with people who I know and trust. And even if I did, the reward payout for story mode isn’t good enough to entice people to join when they’re further along with their gear than I am.

[soclonely]

So! My OCs. I’m currently writing a fic spanning the reign of the Empire and the cast is comprised entirely of original characters. The major ones include:

A Force-sensitive ex-convict, who is given a second chance at life by a Jedi-turned-bishop and devotes himself to philanthropy

A Twi’lek girl who was raised by an abusive Weequay couple and adopted by a mysterious wealthy stranger (and briefly by Mandalorians)

A disinherited Tionese heir and student-turned-rebel who seeks to embody his father’s legacy

A Weequay girl seeking to free herself from her controlling, criminally-oriented parents

A Clawdite police inspector who executes the will of Empire with fanatically uncompromising exactness

An opportunistic Weequay and his wife constantly chasing the next scam

Also featuring not one but two Order 66 survivors, a student-led band of rebels, a gang of literally colorful thieves, and a handful of Imperials whose hearts are somewhere in the right place to varying degrees.

IM OBSESSED