#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?

[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)

[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. )

[seeking-elsewhither]

Guys this is...this is actually canon.

Tionese is their equivalent of Greek apparently, and Alpha, Beta, Gamma etc. are, in fact, Tionese letters.

I think the language and script works kinda differently, but those letters are definitely Tionese.

i love it when star wars fic authors are more concerned with maintaining star wars 'verse immersion than actual canon. kudos to authors using 'aurek' and 'besh' meanwhile canon is like 'do you have a plan b' and 'alpha class' and 'delta-7'

[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

[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.”

[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

[ket-fisto]

personal note (and also for whoever needs it to get the last bit of courage to try out OPS), Karagga's palace is pretty damn easy, tactics were super straightforward for the bosses.

First big monster boss, just go ham, he can't be aggroed.

Two dudes boss, tank stays on dude on left, attack the droids quick when they come out.

next big monster boss, tank keep him/stay on red laser wall (facing away from dps)

Last boss, Karagga, keep him facing sideways from the dps, tank start circling around slowly as fire areas start happening.

That was it. I joined an OP on a whim as a tank, said I remembered nothing from the tactics, and we were fine! Got first drops of tionese gear (which can be upgraded more than conquest and pvp gear!) oops apparently tionese only go up to 322 scratch that lol

[booklindworm]

Star Wars and Letters

I made a thing! btw does someone know whether (or how) you can put a table in tumblr?

This (the Mando stuff) is all my head-canon and non-official. There are a lot of nice alphabet-replacing fonts out there but since Star Wars officially doesn't use our alphabet and also nobody ever said anything about names for those letters, I just let myself go and made something up.

Here goes nothing.

Basic Aurebesh is the most common alphabet and used by every variety of Basic (e.g. Galactic Basic Standard, Mid-Galactic Standard, Coruscanti Basic, Gungan Basic) and many other languages (e.g. Bocce). (This is actually official and - at least pre-Disney - canon!)

The Tionese Alphabet is mainly used for variables in mathematical equations and for alphanumerical designations aka Alpha-17; it is still used unofficially as a normal writing system in some Tionese settlements. (This is also official and - at least pre-Disney - canon.)

Mando'riitese, also known as the Mandalorian Alphabet or the Mandalorian Aurebesh, is used by those who "cling to the outdated rules of the resol'nare and close their eyes to the political and societal reality of our days" and definitely not in House Kryze or in Sundari while Satine Kryze is still alive. (This is my own shit. I don't like Satine, btw. We don't get on.)

IPA (the Interstellar Phonetic Aurebesh) is a way of transcribing the (most common) pronunciation of a sound or letter.

The Classic ABC is the alphabet used by the High Galactic Language, an ancient language used to show respect for the clergy, to name Jedi lightsaber forms, and as the language of the Imperial court and elite during Palpatine's reign. (This is, again, official and - at least pre-Disney - canon.)

The Spelling Alphabet at the end was used during the Clone Wars by the GAR. It was designed to reduce confusion to a minimum.

[444names]

world nations + common names + random english words i don't remember the origin of, they were just alphabetically sorted in my markov namegen seed folder so idk

Achin Action Adostrany Adwity Afrembod Afrition Agarg Agority Aguambia Aldept Ancention Anovalkey Apailandom Apole Applovakia Arbaltorree Ardel Ardesk Aredea Areve Ariastargue Arrealvakis Arric Arries Arrod Aruguad Asuper Audan Augaziney Augua Ausia Ausintin Babia Badea Bagam Bager Bahad Bashippiend Bedkisey Bedragark Bekia Bekisoftway Belantopmen Benatus Bendompin Benser Bentin Bolip Boyfria Boyfrinle Bracelia Bracti Brahrarren Bralication Branth Brating Brenda Bretnadom Bretter Bricy Britraton Britt Brius Brusion Brussea Bulan Buracce Buree Buticension Buyergar Buyeria Cabia Camalgand Cambir Campla Catic Catingum Cepance Cepubaddi Chadisia Chamemor Chelath Chemends Cheories Chersia Chigery Chighamadon Chinepas Chion Chione Chteaddell Cogypt Colan Colia Colit Colivence Collombia Confus Consion Conty Coria Cotswitty Cultheory Cyria Dadenet Damality Dancounion Darangolon Darazimbity Darit Darmy Darriet Dartal Dation Deace Decolant Decoma Defer Deflan Delent Delevand Delgius Dendonia Deneinady Denighward Denity Dennesione Dentord Derlation Diegollity Disican Disionne Disra Domantefes Dommussicam Dordea Drocce Ecultorient Edity Eldenlant Eldenuand Elvad Elviaship Elvint Ememon Emenession Endady Erillutia Erliteatia Errood Ersia Esion Essia Ession Evalaosau Exicy Explan Explevence Expros Expru Extego Falance Falecidand Falia Faliector Falty Frethea Frittead Friusion Gamboyfrion Gardirtegy Garie Gavia Gavineid Ghadances Ghalthus Ghwancena Ghway Girker Giumentan Giuss Granicid Grarefine Greecham Grelandron Grelia Grennian Gromassion Grorelation Guameneth Guanadis Guerstione Guesia Guiterson Hadwinidatt Hallebre Hanarty Harkmend Haysiby Haysion Heassey Heath Herampulty Hernsintion Hillia Hinwoothip Hiong Hongua Hoodicepth Hooduccone Hunia Icance Icarge Idanda Imath Inedriene Inesommente Inezuessio Infoon Ingeraguin Ingkoss Inlatvirdan Insia Instinley Insudirk Inwood Iration Irdenu Isalay Isoftwand Issia Ission Istand Itessal Itzea Jacau Jambekin Japhaddisk Japhampor Judation Kasseculgas Kenastmengo Kenia Koster Kuradend Kuway Landa Lanty Laydence Layer Leatemedory Lectiono Leifficau Lenmand Lenne Lennige Lention Licaus Liclick Lingory Litia Livanda Liver Livessising Lizamenith Lizatairk Loymexple Lutionty Luxemprus Lynwoonestu Magappoet Maldhon Malty Mangdon Manite Mantiory Marusiston Maxwedricle Medroducity Memath Mence Meness Mennistraq Menton Mergypt Meriaship Mermact Mernshinle Mexicatein Mexplatty Miractigert Mombodend Momemplan Morma Mozambon Mozation Naican Neine Newth Nolada Noladana Nolivestion Opmenton Opultagand Ordes Paick Pakiance Paledor Palli Pashill Peementer Peopoeth Peorel Peorelgir Pernsh Pernspary Phaiwark Phine Phinet Piassion Pionizatt Playdessia Plediship Plongo Policittead Polution Pordery Poredice Porend Portuncerus Porty Porway Posovo Proationick Procce Prunt Prustana Psych Psyria Psyritin Quidan Quince Quinett Ralty Rapasser Raphal Reatands Reath Reatt Rechon Reembelan Reentinle Refact Reflaosnion Rempreco Renes Renty Reston Retnation Rorromen Runia Rwarriento Sactortan Salker Sconaction Sesion Shadostry Shaell Slovo Sloyt Softwaint Solic Soluxembia Somaland Sovakistan Spandirlik Spant Sparicyrit Sporod Sterilia Strick Supeopiont Surgerbia Surken Svale Svalvia Svana Swaicant Swicaterept Sychip Syrick Syritat Tarte Temir Teron Thadad Thaddenu Thamace Thambia Tionese Tobabwer Toban Tobia Tobin Tonia Trainet Trect Tunia Turena Ukration Uncesk Uneath Unistory Unition Uresinnes Usibraq Ussia Uzbelin Valtana Valth Vention Ventonist Vintord Virlatea Walgia Walica Walluxemic Walth Wanistrin Warmenia Wealgership Wedon Wessitia Wicle Winfleasce Winton Womment Wooth Wrias Writhadeus Wyating Zearect Zimbela Zines