#amban phase-pulse blaster

[jastervhett]

"...I've ridden beasts ten times its size..."

- Boba Fett

[fanfoolishness]

[nerdpickle]

Mandalorian Culture Headcannons

The mandalorians created the amban phase pulse rifle to circumvent bans on disruptor weaponry, since amban could take multiple types of ammunition (slugthrower, blaster, explosive and disruptor), it technically wasn’t a disruptor and fell into a legal gray area

Sundari used to be called keldabe, the new mandalorians renamed it to distance themselves from the traditionalist ways

One reason why satine became unpopular during the clone wars was because mandalore used to have a thriving weapons industry, being renowned for producing high quality equipment, after satine took power she shut this down, and because of that when the clone wars erupted mandalore missed out on a huge amount of money, if they had taken advantage of the war, they probably wouldn’t have had a food shortage, this is yet another case of satines ideals overriding her practicality

Each clan has its own color scheme:

Clan Vizsla: white and red

Clan Ordo: brown and black

Clan Rook: purple and yellow

Clan Wren: yellow and silver

Clan Eldar: green and orange

Clan Kryze: blue and purple

Clan Awaud: red and orange

Clan fett: green and yellow

(Gray is a pretty common color)

[drunk-on-starlight]

I've seen someone call Din's rifle a "warcrime of a blaster" and I wonder if they knew how right they were. See, the official name for that weapon is amban phase-pulse blaster, and it's a disrupter rifle.

Now, if you watched Rebels you probably should be thinking "oh," but for the unaware, Disrupter weapons, specifically the T-7, were used by the Empire to effectively genocide the Lasat people.

It's one of the presumably few weapon types banned by both the Imperial Senate and the Rebel Alliance due to the following;

"When fired upon a biological target, the victim was disintegrated atom by atom, resulting in a slow, painful death"

Now, based on the show the Amban's deaths don't look slow, but the rest? Pretty clearly applies.

[illogicallylogicalthoughts]

Y'know what I'm thinking about at the moment

Din's rifle.

Specifically, Din's Amban Phase-Pulse Distruptor Rifle.

Specifically specifically, the blaster that may or may not make Din a war criminal.

Yes, a war criminal.

Canonically, Distruptor Blasters are outlawed by the Empire and the Republic, both iterations of it.

The reason for this is that they break down biological matter and straight up disintegrate it.

Those Jawa's we watched Din murk? Yeah, they died a horrifically agonizing death that only lasted for all of a millisecond before they turned to ash and left nothing behind besides a pile of cloth.

But, like, being a Mandalorian, which, duh, and a bounty hunter, which is in such a grey area of the law that it loops right back around to being illegal, and a member of the Children of the Watch, a known splinter group of a notorious terrorist group responsible for two whole coups, Death Watch, that might be the least of his problems.

I don't know why I'm fixating on this detail, but I think it makes him funnier.

[tarrenterror25]

HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS, i am so proud of you!

i think i picked my poison perfectly and know its gonna be great! could i get din djarin, post apocalyptic with the “Close your eyes for me.” line?

Thank you so much 😭💕💕

Oh, I was hoping someone would pick Din and this setting!! I threw it on the list specifically with him in mind! This one is a lil action packed and I hope you like it 💕

Thank you so much for sending me a request, friend! ✨

100 follower celebration

Din Djarin x Reader

Din Djarin + Post Apocalyptic + "Close your eyes for me."

Tags: violence, space guns, very vague and implied harm/death

The air is arid; dirt and sand swirl in the dry wind. Your helmet, armor, and gear have been modified to stand the conditions; the lack of moisture, the chance of toxins, and the dangerous people hardened from the life-changing disaster that brought about The New World, a galactic wasteland.

Before you and Din is a derelict mountain of vehicles, spacecraft, and machinery. The two of you are just looking for some parts to get your speeder bikes up and running again. The parts they require have long since gone extinct so you two have been cobbling together the necessary components from whatever you salvage. This wreckage is practically a gold mine.

You had found a container of fuel, "starfire" The New World called it. It made your thrusters spark with flames like a star, hence the name.

Unfortunately, someone else had their eye on the container and tried to forcibly take it from you. The scuffle brought you to now; your helmet removed and a blaster pressing into the side of your head. Din stood across from you, holding his amban phase pulse blaster at the ready.

The bandit uses you like a shield and shuffles backwards, trying to make it to his own speeder.

"Sorry, Din," you say and wince as the bandit presses the blaster hard into your temple.

"Shut it!" the bandit snaps.

"It's gonna be okay," Din says calmly through his vocoder, his finger resting on the trigger of his rifle. "Let 'em go and we pretend this didn't happen."

"Not a chance!" the bandit spits out. "I don't want you getting any ideas! Now stand down or I shoot both of ya!"

"Din," you breathe as the thief continues backing towards his speeder.

"I know," Din breathes out as he slowly shuffles close with every step the bandit takes back.

You know this thief will shoot you and shoot Din or he'll get away and bring his crew back with him. But you know there isn't a good shot anyone can get from where the bandit hides behind you. But you know Din can.

"Hey," Din says calling your attention to him. "Do you trust me?"

You can't see his eyes due to the helmet, but you can feel it in your bones what he means. He wouldn't even try this if he thought it might hurt you.

You nod.

The bandit pulls back the hammer on his blaster. "I mean it! Get back!" he shouts.

Din makes sure his rifle is tucked into his arm just right as he looks down the sights.

"Close your eyes for me," Din says to you.

You shut your eyes and take a deep breath.

You hear the bandit shouting and then the sound of a trigger clicking and a blaster firing.

[burnwater13]

“Don’t you want to learn more of that Jedi stuff?” 

Really? Really, Din Djarin? Grogu was fuming. Learning Jedi stuff was how he’d gotten into the mess he was in. People kidnapping him, chasing him around the galaxy, stealing his blood! That was all because of ‘Jedi stuff’! Why would anyone want to learn more of it? So they could be chased by even more people? No thank you.

Grogu had given it some thought and consideration and the thing he really wanted to do was learn how to cook. Or fly a starship. Or knit a poncho. Yes, learning how to knit would be great! There were so many possibilities the mind boggled!

If Grogu learned how to knit he could make himself clothing that was comfortable and colorful. It would have been really helpful when they crashed, er, experienced a hard landing, on that ice moon place. He could have made himself some gloves and ear warmers and made a cosy for the egg tank so the Frog lady wouldn’t have worried about so much and his dad wouldn’t have been able to keep track of how many of the eggs he ate, uh, disposed of properly. Talk about useful!

And, instead of just sleeping to get away from the lectures that his dad liked to give him about all things related to the Creed, and the Way, and bounty hunter rules, blah, blah, blah, he could have looked like he was paying attention, all while knitting something like a pillow cover, or a shawl, or a blanket. (Some of those lectures went on for a long time because there really wasn’t anything better to do in hyperspace). 

That also would have given Grogu something to talk about the way the Mandalorian talked about armor polish. The different stitches, patterns, needle sizes, the yarn… wow… the yarn! So many colors and textures and thicknesses. So many purposes! You’d never use the same yarn for a pair of foot covers as you would for an Amban phase-pulse blaster. They were very different use cases and needed very different yarns. Everyone who knit could tell you that.

Sure, the Mandalorian might not be interested in all of those details, but Grogu had a sneaking suspicion that Din Djarin had some hidden talents. After all the bounty hunter got very flustered any time Grogu interrupted him at his work bench. There was a box that was the perfect size to hold knitting needles, yarn, patterns and the other odds and ends that helped with more advanced techniques. Din never let him look at what was in it, but Grogu once saw a piece of yarn trapped by the lid. He was willing to bet that his protector had learned how to knit because even Mandalorians had to get tired of polishing their armor all the time. 

And, technically, knitting was ‘Jedi stuff’. A number of the people who worked within the Jedi Temple complex knit in their spare time. When that one librarian wasn’t pinching his cheeks, or retrieving data cards for the various residents of the Temple, Grogu often heard the tell tale clicking and clacking of her knitting needles. He’d even found a ball of yarn in Master Yoda’s floating seat one time when he borrowed it while the one Master Beq had constructed for him was being updated. 

Grogu wasn’t surprised that the Jedi would learn how to knit. It was a useful art and craft and the Jedi were pretty big on doing useful things. Most of the time. He still didn’t really understand why they had to wear that silly helmet to block their vision when they were practicing with lightsabers. All you really had to do was close your eyes. If you couldn’t honor a ‘no peeking’ rule, then maybe you weren’t really cut out to be a Jedi. At least that was Grogu’s perspective. 

But Grogu guessed that Din Djarin wasn’t really thinking about that kind of ‘Jedi stuff’. He was probably thinking about lightsabers and moving rocks with the Force and stuff like that. Sure, Grogu would like having a lightsaber. It would be a useful tool. But he already knew how to move rocks, repel fire, heal people, make giant critters stop what they are doing and stuff like that. He just had to ask the question, how often did the Mandalorian really think anyone needed to do that on a daily basis? That kind of work should really be the exception and not the rule. 

And, if Grogu went off with some unknown Jedi and learned more of that ‘Jedi stuff’, who would take care of a certain Mandalorian bounty hunter? If Din Djarin dropped a stitch or forgot to cast on at the right point the pattern wouldn’t be perfect and Grogu knew that wasn’t the Way.

[eucalyptus-gl0bulus]

that aint even a jolt reskin thats just a jolt (recolored jolt, original was orange, jolt reskin refers to single action springers like the amban phase pulse blaster)

i'm going to shoot this thing in the head who agrees?

[missanthropologist]

really stinkin’ proud of my repaint, you guys.  it’s a little messy, but hey...it was my first major one, and I’m stoked! the stock does look darker than it actually is, due to shitty overhead lighting in my studio...

[kimbachan]

They were not kidding when they teased us saying the last three episodes were going to be a roller coaster.

RIP Razor Crest and Amban phase-pulse blaster.

[jastervhett]

Mandalorian Din Djarin's Helmet T-Visor Heads-Up-Display (HUD) Concept Art

This is Concept Art for The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) Helmet's T-Visor HUD (Heads-Up Display). It was shown in The Art of Star Wars: The Mandalorian book. Unfortunately, Din's helmet Heads-Up Display wasn't showcased in the 1st episode of The Mandalorian. Instead, the show had Din use the scope of his Amban Phase-Pulse Blaster (AKA Amban Sniper Rifle) to scan the hideout of the Nikto mercs that were keeping Grogu.

The series has presented some very cool features of Din's Mandalorian helmet. Like when Din eavesdropped on Imperial Officer "The Client" & Clone Engineer Dr. Pershing by: A) Scomp-linking his helmet to his scope to enhance its vison mode, allowing Din to lock in on their position inside their Imperial safehouse and: B) Adjusting the scopes controls to listen in on the Client & the Doctor's conversation concerning Grogu's fate.

Since Mandalorian Helmet T-Visors are known to possess many features (Heads-Up Display, Macrobinocular Viewplate, Enhanced Vision) I hope we'll see something close or similar to the afore mentioned T-Visor concept art pic being utilized by Din Djarin & other Mandalorians. Because frankly, with all of the other Mandos that appeared in The Mandalorian, it was odd that none of them ever used their T-Visor's Heads-Up Displays to target an enemy, scan an area for hostiles, etc. Hopefully we'll get to see a Mando use their helmet's HUD someday on-screen, maybe even in the upcoming The Mandalorian & Grogu film.

[htis]

Hasbro Nerf Star Wars: The Mandalorian Amban phase-pulse blaster

[sabersourcing]

EVERY Mandalorian Nerf Blaster: The Complete Guide and List

EVERY Mandalorian Nerf Blaster: The Complete Guide and List

Nerf released the first Star Wars Mandalorian Nerf Blaster in 2020 to promote The Mandalorian Disney+ series. Nerf, the Hasbro owned toy company, has released 5 different Mandalorian Nerf Blasters so far. The plastic toy blasters, which fire foam darts, range in size and complexity. Let’s explore every Mandalorian Nerf blaster in the collection, ranging from the Mandalorian Rocket Gauntlet up to…

[oh-no-eu-didnt]

The Amban phase-pulse blaster was a type of blaster rifle notably utilized by Boba Fett around the time of the Battle of Yavin. It had a distinctive two-pronged end and was capable of harming large creatures.

Source: The Star Wars Holiday Special (1978)

[skyshipper]

DIN DJARIN WEAPONS SERIES AMBAN PHASE-PULSE BLASTER

[vanishedangels]

Clan of Warriors

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Summary: While rebuilding Mandalore, Mand'alor Din Djarin is questioned by his people because of his beliefs and origins. In the dawn of a civil war, the council resolves that The Mand'alor must join in marriage with someone close to Bo-Katan Kryze. He's forced to marry Koska Reeves and accept a loveless union. In the meantime, Din is having a secret relationship with his son's Master, Jedi Luke Skywalker, his dream of having his own clan of warriors is about to fade away.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Cara Dune, Koska Reeves, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves. OC. Peli Motto. Fennec Shand. Boba Fett, Paz Vizsla. Owen Lars. Beru Whitesun, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Wedge Antilles.

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence. Explicit Smut.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post Season 2 Finale, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Demisexual Din Djarin, Top Luke Skywalker, Bottom Din Djarin, Top Din Djarin, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Protective Din Djarin, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Adorable Baby Yoda, Sassy Leia Organa, Gai Bal Manda, Blindfolds, Sub Din Undertones, Fantasies, Jealous Luke, Keldabe Kiss, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Praising, Frottage, Jealous Din.

Chapters: 23/?

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Chapter 23: Homesickness

Din returned to his room feeling pain, he was missing Luke every minute more and more and this Miko man appeared before his eyes like a ghost haunting him, the ghost of Luke, he thought. He sat in silence on his couch, wanting to be on Yavin IV holding Grogu and holding his little Jedi. "There's only one Luke." He said under his breath. He fell asleep curling up on the couch in full beskar.

Grogu was sitting on Luke's lap, holding his silver ball between the little fingers of his two hands, staring at the sphere with fixed eyes, inches apart of his nose. Luke caressed his ear "You like it so much." He said resting the back of his head on the couch.

"Buir." Grogu said through the force.

"Right." Luke chuckled leaning forward now, "It's shiny like Buir."

"Buir coming back. Promised Grogu." The baby sent his thoughts to his Master.

"Yes, Grogu. He's coming back soon. If I know something about your father it's that he always keeps his promises." Luke turned his head to look through the window. The sky was blue. "He will be back..." He said with sadness in his eyes.

~

Koska found Din in the armoury, she's been looking for him the entire morning "Din! I finally see you, how are you?"

Din was carrying an amban phase-pulse blaster "I've been better." Koska frowned curling his lips up. "This is a disruptor sniper rifle, one of my favourites."

"What do you need that for?" She walked towards Din.

Din shook his head lightly "I don't... need it. Just missing the old days." Actually he was missing Grogu.

She nodded and chuckled "Well, I'm ready for our daily sparring, I missed that when you were off planet."

Din looked at her, she was smiling, tilting her head to the right. "I think that we don't need to do that anymore."

Her face changed, she looked confused "Din, you need more practice, you need to control that saber, to make it yours, truly yours."

"No."

"Come on, Din." She said loosely clasping his vambrace.

"I can't do it. It's wrong." He said, leaving the rifle on a shelf as he was walking away. Bo-Katan was standing by the doorway, she followed Din with her eyes when he passed by her side, then she looked at Koska arching one eyebrow with her arms crossed over her chest plate, Koska shrugged in response.

Din wouldn't spar with anyone again except Luke. "It's wrong." He said to Koska, and he really felt that way. To Din, spar with Luke was another form of sex, he would never cheat on his cyar'ika. Din has found the ultimate warrior in Luke and he was in love with him in every single way.

He was walking to his room to be alone and feel miserable when Paz and another mandalorian approached him. "Vod, I want you to meet one of your men."

Din sighed rolling his shoulders and rolling his eyes under his helmet "Alright."

"This is Miko, he's part of your royal guard. Miko, this is your Mand'alor." Paz moved his hand gesturing at Din. The mandalorian took off his helmet and Din froze at the sight. The kid, because he looked like a kid, was flipping his blonde hair, his face resembled Luke's, he had brown eyes though. His smile was wide and bright, the kid was radiant, but not as radiant as Luke, and he looked younger, much younger than the little Jedi.

"It is an honour to meet you, Your Highness." He bowed before Din. His smile reached his eyes, just as Luke's. Din shook his head. "I will give my life to protect you, Mand'alor. This is the way."

Din nodded, eyes wide open behind his visor, "This is the way..."

"This kid is a jem, vod. You wouldn't believe it, he looks young but he's skilled and the best of the royal guard. He will make us so proud." Paz snapped his head towards Miko "Alright kid, dismissed." The kid nodded and walked away. Paz looked Din up and down "You know, the kid reminds me of someone, but I can't put my finger on it, maybe you can help me."

"What are you doing?" Din was done.

"Come on, I'm helping you, vod." Din stared at him without saying a word, without making a move. "Hey, I got it last night, you can't have your kid's Master, but this boy... This boy you can have." He was jostling Din.

"You're insane. How old is he?"

"Twenty-one, twenty-two... it doesn't matter, he's legal. I promise."

Din turned around "Kriff off, Paz". He was furious.

"Hey, the kid asked to meet you, and then... imagine my surprise when I saw he was your type!" Type? What type? Din thought while he was walking into his room. He was closing the door and Paz held it with one hand resting his body against the door frame.

"Listen vod, the kid's interested, I can arrange it, just give me the order."

"I said kriff off!" Paz moved away from the door and Din slammed it shut behind him.

~

That night Din made it into the dinner area, he had never been there before. The room was huge and crowded, they all went silent when Din walked in.

"Take your seat, please, Mand'alor." Koska said from the other side of the room, Din walked towards her. He sat at the centre of the main table, he didn't accept any food, he just stayed there. Paz wasn't there, the children of the watch used to eat alone in the privacy of their bedrooms.

Din stared in every direction, searching. He found what he was looking for. The guard that looked like his Jedi. Miko was staring directly at his visor, with a grin on his face. Din avoided his gaze and moved his head to look at Koska who was sitting beside him.

He looked at his young guard every now and then, and every time the man was staring at him, always smiling, always warm and radiant and from that distance Din could fool himself, thinking that he was really staring at Luke.

Din returned to his room feeling pain, he was missing Luke every minute more and more and this Miko man appeared before his eyes like a ghost haunting him, the ghost of Luke, he thought. He sat in silence on his couch, wanting to be on Yavin IV holding Grogu and holding his little Jedi. "There's only one Luke." He said under his breath. He fell asleep curling up on the couch in full beskar.

~

Din spent the next week working with the council, relocating people and receiving updates from Shrune. It was curious but while he was on planet, protesters didn't show up and the streets were at peace. He was starting to think that it wasn't as serious as Paz made it look like. Maybe these people weren't a menace after all.

Some nights he kept exploring his body's sensations, trying to satisfy himself the way Luke satisfied him.

He was starting to feel more confident about his moves, his own touch. He managed to prolong his performance, he really wanted to give it all next time Luke and him were tangled in little Jedi's bed.

The Jedi was so sure of himself. Din on the other hand, had never been in a serious relationship, he was amused by the way he gave himself to Luke, more than once, especially since he could remove all the barriers between him and his lover, lying vulnerable and exposed next to Luke without the armour's protection. That protection was not only physical, but symbolic.

All of Din's sexual encounters had been one night stands. Except for his first girl, she was a foundling as well and kids were curious and restless back in the fighting corps.

She was eighteen, Din was seventeen, but he had been crushing on her since he was fourteen, they were seeing each other in secret, it lasted a couple of months till she favoured Paz over Din. The ambivalent relationship between Din and Paz began that day, still they were brothers, no matter what.

Din shut himself down until his twenties, things had gone downhill when he started hanging around with the wrong people.

Every time he hooked up with someone he found really attractive, men preferably, he felt miserable afterwards.

He used to handcuffed them, because he didn't trust them at all, even when they were naked and hard against him. He was always dressed, pants around his thighs plates and he only lifted his helmet just enough to expose his mouth in order to went down on someone.

Sex was rough and fast, without kissing, without cuddling and without deep connection. To Din it was just a way to relieve himself.

He became a lone wolf by the time he was in his early thirties, even when people were still hitting on him all the time, he didn't care at all, he wasn't interested in those fast encounters anymore. He was tired and embracing the fact that he would never feel love for someone, let alone being loved back by said person.

That lonely life changed when Din and Grogu became clan, as father and son. Little did he know his ad'ika would lead him into Luke's arms, and he was halfway now, knowing that he finally fell in love with someone and hoping that Luke eventually, someday, would love him back.

He woke up to the holocomm's flickering light, a message from chancellor Shrune:

"Greetings, Your Highness. As you already know, I'm still on Coruscant, negotiations are going well. Still, The Senate requires your presence, please, come as soon as you get this message. We'll be waiting for you."

~

Bo-Katan and Paz were pushing him into being scorted by his royal guard, Din argued with them, he wouldn't take any person with him, he had plans. "I'm The Mand'alor, do as I say. I'm going off planet alone, and that's final." He deadpanned.

Bo-Katan sighed staring at Paz and walked away. "Fine, Mand'alor, I hope you won't end up dead."

Din didn't hesitate, by breakfast time he was on The Mudhorn, alone, leaving Mandalore behind, knowing that he wasn't coming back any time soon.