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kalevalakryze · 1 year ago

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Bo-Katan Week Day 6: Bo-Katan Kryze & The Armorer Pairing:Bo-Katan Kryze/The Armorer, Bo-Katan Kryze & Background Child of the Watch Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer, Axe Woves, Background Niteowl Characters, Background Children of the Watch Characters Warnings: Background Character Death, Canon Typical Violence, Injury Descriptions Notes: I was trying to write this for day 4, got sidetracked, and figured it could be nice for day 6? Summary: “Lady Kryze-“ The young Mandalorian started, her arms wrapping around her abdomen, trying to keep pressure on the wounds Bo could not see. Her abdominal plate was gone, and her belt had been sliced, leaving her holster drooping low and tangling in the plates of armor at her thigh. The young woman hit the ground before Bo-Katan could catch her, though the woman did manage to catch her helmeted head before it could bounce off the floor. Settled on the ground with Xiti’s head in her lap, Bo-Katan spared one last look to what was left of Tumul. Getting to her feet wouldn’t have been too much of an issue, if she hadn’t needed too get an unconscious Xiti back up as well. It hurt like hell, but she’d had to use her injured arm to help get the woman up, before she could yank the woman close and force her body weight to rest mostly against her shoulders, before she started the trek back to the surface. Word Count: 4,246 AO3 Link: Here! Important COTW Original Character Mentioned:Here!

There had been a tradition, a long time ago, that a Mandalorian would go on a hunt for their first Alamite after taking their creed. Their mentor would lead them through each step on tracking and felling the beast, and then would show them how to handle the remains in a way that would benefit the clan, and not disgrace the beast whose sentience neared the complex.

Even Satine had participated in the hunt, both her first, and Bo’s own once she was of age. It was as traditional as the Pog soup that often kept the redhead fueled for each day’s horrors.

When Bo enlisted with The Death Watch, many different traditions had been opened up to her, though the Alamite hunt stayed consistent, even when The Duchess Satine’s New Mandalorian’s saw away with it. When Bo-Katan had made it to Lieutenant, Pre had given her the ever important task of teaching the newer recruits how to handle their first hunt, where to hit, the best ways to avoid getting maimed, and the evolved tracking tactics they’d had to create as they picked up and moved locations often. Concordia didn’t have the Alamites, so they were often forced to sneak to Mandalore with help from the inside to ensure everyone had a piece of their ancient ways.

The Children of the Watch however, never had to deal with Alamites, living in seclusion as they repented against the actions of their predecessors and the lost ways of the ruling clans. They were hidden in the depths of Concordia where even Pre’s governance had not reached, and continued to survive that way, even after being forced from the entire Mandalore system when the purge turned their lives upside down.

Bo-Katan had helped lead dozens of expeditions into the ruins of the Imperial Base, and the ruins of Sundari as well, though each mission had been almost entirely staffed by her Niteowls than The Children of the Watch, who’d busied themselves with setting up camp, tending to those injured in the battle, including those hurt fighting the pirates, and handling some type of scavenging in the designated safe-zones for food and materials.

It wasn’t too long, however, when the owls needed a rest, and Bo-Katan had pushed for volunteers from the other tribe, itching with their pent up energy to move again. It was supposed to be a simple mission, really. Bo-Katan, Tumul, and Xiti were just jumping onto the old trail that Axe and Koska had chased down with her the day prior. A small group of Alamities, five at most, with two deemed lame from warning shots by the hunters.

It should have been easy, but nothing ever worked out that well for Bo-Katan Kryze, who was the only person in the squad with any experience handling the beasts, the only one who could follow the tracks, and the one who should have remembered to brief her companions on the enemy before jumping in. The lack of sleep and over exuberance of energy and need to get the place clear may have had a part in her skipping over their safety, but she’d be sure to never forget it again.

Bo-Katan had spotted the way the dirt above their heads had shifted, and the false root system had started to shift. She’d managed to get herself out of the way and raise her shield in time to block the heavy weapon that pushed her back. Over the beasts’ shoulder, she watched in a slowed down horror as not only did the two Mandalorian’s not move out of the way for the drop, Tumul hadn’t been able to protect himself from the claws and teeth that lashed out against the soft pieces of his armor. The third Alamite that dropped had zeroed in on Xiti, who’d at least been able to fight back, blaster fire ricocheting off the cavern walls as she tried to fight it back.

The redhead shook her head back into focus, just in time to raise her opposite arm to block a set of sharp claws. Searing pain tore through her arm as three razor sharp claws ripped through her bicep, across her elbow, and through the open inch of her forearm, paint scraping away from her gauntlet as the claws glanced off the edge and retreated. Her hand twanged from it’s brace, the healing tendons and nerves reacting poorly to the feeling as well.

“Dank Farrik!” The woman growled, tucking her injured arm close before pushing her weight into her shield, unbalancing the beast long enough to force her injured arm to move. The pain was blinding, a dark fuzz glitching into her vision as she forced herself through it all, soon finding the sweet reward of the warmth of it’s blood seeping down her arm, and trying to avoid thinking about the wounds it was seeping into as well. Her fist pressed against it’s chin where her gauntlet’s blade burrowed into it’s throat, fingers bent much further than they should have been able to in the healing process, but certainly a problem for later Bo.

Once the green eyes of the beast went dark, Bo-Katan used her boot to nudge it off her blade and to the ground, before she lowered her shield and yanked her Westar from its holster with a grunt. The smell of burnt fur, skin, and the iron twang of blood filled the air around her, her own burning hot plasma joining the disgusting aroma as she put four yellow bolts into the back of the feeding Alamite. It’s body slumped over what was left of Tumul, and she managed to force her attention to Xiti.

Xiti was bleeding heavily from the abdomen, but she’d quickly found the pattern the Alamite attacked in, nearly dancing with the beast as she dodged, giving as good as she got, if the blood caking dirty fur were anything to go by. Bo managed to step in just in time, however, once it got it’s arms around her torso and forced her to drop her blaster. Another four shots to the back of the head, and the beast was going slack, letting Xiti break from its grasp before it dropped top the ground.

“Lady Kryze-“ The young Mandalorian started, her arms wrapping around her abdomen, trying to keep pressure on the wounds Bo could not see. Her abdominal plate was gone, and her belt had been sliced, leaving her holster drooping low and tangling in the plates of armor at her thigh.

The young woman hit the ground before Bo-Katan could catch her, though the woman did manage to catch her helmeted head before it could bounce off the floor. Settled on the ground with Xiti’s head in her lap, Bo-Katan spared one last look to what was left of Tumul.

Getting to her feet wouldn’t have been too much of an issue, if she hadn’t needed too get an unconscious Xiti back up as well. It hurt like hell, but she’d had to use her injured arm to help get the woman up, before she could yank the woman close and force her body weight to rest mostly against her shoulders, before she started the trek back to the surface.

It was grueling work, both physically and on her mind, knowing she’d left not only a corpse, but two other hostiles down there to do whatever with Tumul. But eventually, the light broke through the blood and dirt caked around her visor, and she was face to face with at least a dozen of Mandalorians on the other side, several of whom appeared to be ready to launch into the caves themselves.

“Bo-Katan,” Axe greeted, the first to notice their approach. His expression grew worried when he took in the sight. Xiti’s feet dragging as Bo-Katan struggled under the weight. Blood thick on both women’s armor, and the all too noticeable lack of a third. “Medics,” His voice was quiet at first, though in short order, he was stepping away from Koska and calling for them louder.

Part of her hadn’t wanted to let Xiti go, when armored bodies started to try and take the young woman from her, though she was in no condition to fight, her own vision swaying from blood loss, warmth tingling in broken fingertips as the body was pulled away from her grasp, and her arm was able to return to it’s tucked position against her chest.

Axe caught her by the shoulders, her free hand grabbing onto his elbow to steady herself as she struggled to reign in her focus. “Tumul, two more ‘mites,” It was all she needed to say before his mission face came back on, and she was being passed off to another to keep her steady.

“Koska, Cina, on me, recovery and extermination!” He barked to the two Niteowls that had been geared up to go in for three already. With the efficiency she’d come to appreciate, the Niteowls were retreating back into the caves to recover the remains, and finish off the last two beasts keeping them from the sector.

“Lady Kryze, come with me,” A smooth timber broke her from racing thoughts, bringing her focus back onto the woman Axe had handed her off to. The Armorer’s grip on her shoulders was firm, though not unkind, and while Bo could sense worry on the other woman, for one of her own was being carted away to the medtents, she still handled Bo-Katan with a calmness that even the Mand’alor could not summon.

The Armorer led Bo-Katan away, finding the back ways to their recently shared quarters, keeping Bo-Katan out of sight from any who may be wandering the residential zones at this hour. The second they’d breached the flimsy wood of the door, and Akaan started to nuzzle at her hand in greeting, the redhead finally snapped.

“I should have given them pointers, I didn’t give them anything they needed, I just assumed-“ A dry laugh, as she shrugged off the sewer drake with a shake of her hand. The hand pressed against the drying blood on her armor shook along with the growing cold and the tingles that still ached along rebooked bones. “I should have never assumed, that was so-“

The Armorer stayed silent as she started to move around the pacing Niteowl in their living room, which Bo-Katan paid no mind to as she wore a path into the prefabricated flooring. “Even the smallest indication that they hid up there,” Her hands flexed, and her face twisted up in a wince, her free hand grasping onto her wrist with her thumb pressing into the swollen and bruised skin of her hand beneath the glove.

“May I remove your helmet?” The Armorer asked at last, not phased in the slightest when the taller woman’s head snapped to look at her, almost as if Bo was just now remembering she was in the room.

“Yes, it’s fine, I got it,” The hand she raised to the lip of her helmet was lowered, both of The Armorer’s gloved hands moving to rest on either side of her helm before lifting it away with a soft hiss.

The Mand’alor was… messy was putting it easy. If it weren’t for her headband putting in overtime, her hair would be plastered to her sweat slick forehead. Her lips were chapped and bitten, and yellow-green eyes had a gloss to them, whether it was from pain, exhaustion, or from riling herself up, The Armorer had not been able to place immediately.

Either way, when she rested her gloved hand on the side of Bo’s cheek, the taller woman’s head dipped before she was leaning into the touch and quieting herself.

“This is not your failure, Lady Kryze,” The Armorer tried to placate the pacing Mand’alor, while attempting to take a closer look at her injury, the woman’s arm was held close enough to her chest that blood smeared against her chest plate.

“I should have known! If I would have-“ The Armorer cut her off once more, a firm hand grasping her shoulder and guiding her to the edge of their bed. “Sit,” The Mand’alor dropped into the bed at the command, finally taking a moment to breathe since the attack.

The Armorer continued to move about the room to gather supplies, as Bo dug her elbow into her knee and dropped her head into her hand, her other leg bouncing against the floor to expel some of the nervous energy brought upon by adrenaline.

The Mand’alor startled when an ungloved hand touched her pauldron, her eyes zeroing in on the pale flesh that worked away the silver beskar with hawklike focus, even with the nebulous glaze that still coated eyes that shone more yellow than green.

Her body pitched forward, just until her overheated forehead met the cool beskar of The Armorer’s chest plate. The hand not focusing on carefully stripping away her pauldron and gauntlet, wrapped around her back, so her fingers could loop into the space between her flight suit and her back plate.

Bo-Katan stayed silent as her armor was removed, even biting back the hiss of pain from a careful hand peeling away the edge of her flight suit from the mark. With a thoughtful sound, The Armorer went to the medkit to slide the disposable clean gloves over her hands, before she started the careful process of deciphering torn skin from torn fabric, to cut away the fabric to give her more room to work.

Eventually, Bo did have to pick her head up so The Armorer could work. Slow, measured breaths kept her heart slow, even as The Armorer worked on patching her up with a delicacy one would not think a metal worker could obtain. Though, Bo knew the truth about the woman who bent steel to her desire. She knew the woman tended the flowers in the gardens, and often helped younglings even with trivial wounds like splinters and scraped knees, had even watched The Armorer help her nurse Akaan to health when they’d found him as a wounded foundling in his own right.

“I apologize,” Bo started, staring at the layering of white gauze over batch doused stitches. The Armorer stayed silent, so Bo-Katan pushed onwards. “Yes, I should have done more to ensure Tumul and Xiti were fully prepared, but it was entirely unbecoming of me to lose myself in a manner,”

There was a brief moment of fear, as the golden woman stepped aside, before exiting the room entirely. When the door was open, Akaan came bounding in, wings flapping as he pounced on the bed and made himself comfortable next to her. Dread settled in next, as she stared at the open door and tried to listen past the lizard’s snuffling against the sheets. Then, came the ice bucket of relief, as The Armorer pushed past the door once more, a canteen in one hand, and a plate with Uj cake, with a bowl of pog soup settled hazardously between the plate and her elbow.

The Armorer settled each plate on the nightstand she’d made, before her gaze turned to Bo-Katan’s lizard. “What did we say about you being on the bed?” She spoke, though the lizard simply blinked at her, before a forked tongue smacked against his own emerald eyeball. Bo reached to tug him into her lap, a small smile tugging at her lips as he got comfortable, and the shorter woman could finally take a seat beside her.

“Xiti will be alright, though she will not be in any fighting shape for quite some time,” The Armorer informed as she unscrewed the cap of the canteen and passed it to Bo-Katan, a sugary sweet smell wafting from the contents when she’d raised the container to smell it.

“I’ll take her duties on,” She promised immediately, it was her lack of teaching that had led to the losses, anyways. “And Tumul’s,” The liquid was smooth going down her throat, though her eyes narrowed at the imitation berry taste hit her tongue. “You drugged this,” She commented, without any true malice in her tone, or any thought as she took another drink.

“A sleep aid, yes, you need to heal, lady Kryze. As for their duties, it is best discussed once both Xiti and yourself have gotten rest.” The Armorer took the canteen back once Bo was finished, before turning her head and lifting her helmet enough to finish the rest of the ‘spiked’ drink. It wasn’t the first time either of them had done the same to each other, when both of their unhealthy habits took over. The proactive thinking would surely pay off, since Bo had no intention of resting at all, until she was certain Tumul’s body had been retrieved,

“You’ve lost a great deal of blood, and you haven’t been taking care of yourself while handling these expeditions, it was only a matter of time before problems arose. It is unfortunate that these were the results, but we will learn from them, and prevent future mistakes from being made,” She spoke as she stirred the still steaming bowl of soup. The herbs floating around was a signature of Axe’s cooking, which, while she was loathe to admit, was to die for. “That starts with food, rest, and a reset for the morning,”

When the spoon rose to her lips, Bo wasted no time in opening her mouth and allowing the warm broth to bite at her tastebuds, before the sweetness of Chando Pepper soothed it away. The edging feeling of unworthiness loomed overhead, though with each spoonful of soup that was shared between the two women (and the very excited sewer drake, who jostled The Armorer’s hand every few turns so he could lap up whatever dribbled off), the feeling would subside. She was certain it would always be there, looming like a storm on the horizon, but The Armorer made it just a bit more bearable to focus on the light while she had it.

Her eyelids were growing heavy by the time the Pog soup was gone. Her right arm, wrapped in secure bandages and her hand recasted, were a dull thrum in the back of her mind, in an almost comforting way, as her left hand trailed knuckles across her lizard’s dry scales. “Just a little more,” The Armorer’s voice was free of the barrier of the vocoder, though, even after all this time, and vows passed between them, the redhead did not raise her gaze to stare at features she knew by heart. Instead, she allowed the dense desert to be pressed past her open lips, chewing slowly to appreciate the sweet and spice packed into the cake. Even with bakers on world who kept the treat in near all Mandalorian homes, it was still a delicacy meant to be savored (no matter what Grogu said, he was a little gremlin, that she loved, she just could not process his ability to inhale food the way he did).

Once their meal was finished, and their armor shed, with Bo-Katan’s empty promises to clean the blood from her armor later, and The Armorer cleaning it up for her, as the redhead curled into her side of the bed. The Armorer didn’t take long to clean up, before she soon joined her Riduur in bed, who immediately gravitated to her warmth and curled into her side. She even forced herself to remain tolerant of the lizard that soon sandwiched himself between them.

Morning came with another bout of anxiety from the Mand’alor, found pacing the length of their living room, already cleaned and armored up for the day, a mug of caff clamped between two jittery palms. She was worrying her bottom lip, though when The Armorer’s bare frame came into view from her peripherals, she’d immediately righted herself. “Good morning,” The Mand’alor greeted, setting her mug down and smoothing her hands against her thigh plates as she approached the woman.

“Your hand is supposed to be in the brace, and your arm is meant to stay in the sling,” The woman pointed out as Bo’s hands rested on either side of strong hips. It wasn’t often she got to see even a sliver of the woman’s skin, so seeing her entirely naked in the morning was certainly a treat she would not waste.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Bo explained, cheeks darkening at the admission that she had needed help to rebandage herself after her shower. She pressed on in her affections, chin resting on the dip of a soft shoulder, close to the scar that enunciated the sharp line of her collarbone all the way to the back of her shoulder blade.

The Armorer’s sighed through her nose with a huff, as her arms wrapped around the mildly clingy Mandalorian pressing into her. “Come, when we are ready ,we will go see Xiti,” It took more prodding, more soft kisses, and allowing the redhead to cling onto her for longer than she would have initially liked, but soon enough, Bo-Katan’s hand was back in the brace, her arm was rewrapped, and a sling kept her from pulling any (more) stitches.

The medtent was full of Mandalorians that had stopped by to check in on their vod’ika, as well as pay their respects to Tumul’s memory. The Mandalorian in the cot was as small as Bo-Katan remembered, though she seemed fuller of life than even the green plated warrior at her side.

“Lady Kryze,” Xiti spoke, dressed in nothing but her helm and a patched together flight suit, bandages wrapped tight around her torso, and her hand in a similar cast to Bo’s as well. Her spirits seemed high, despite the situation they’d found themselves in.

“Xiti,” Bo’s head dipped as she stepped into the room, The Armorer stepping to the neatly stacked pile of armor in the corner to double check each piece, staying just in earshot, in case either her grown foundling, or her Mand’alor needed her.

“How are you feeling?” Both women questioned at the same time, the Child of the Watch’s laughter echoing from her vocoder. “I could be better, though I am eager to learn what I can to further prevent such a series of events,” She continued, as bo-Katan perched on the edge of the cot, hands folded in her lap.

“I can imagine so, though I would like to apologize for my failure to keep you informed on our enemy,” The redhead’s expression fell, however, she managed to pull herself away before she could delve any further into it. “I will not make that mistake ever again, and I will be ensuring everyone gets the same training on what we may face here as soon as I am able,”

The Armorer had lowered herself into an empty seat, one leg crossed over the other and a pauldron in her hand. “May I?” She questioned the bedridden Mandalorian, who nodded her head. Bo hadn’t known where she hid the chisel, and she was content to keep it a mystery for the time being.

“There is the issue of your duties, and ensuring they are distributed evenly across the tribes, Lady Kryze has offered to cover some, is there anyone else in particular that may have the experience to fill in until you are well?”

“Perhaps Akdath, he has been assisting me in many of my duties when he is free, as well.” Xiti spoke after a moment’s consideration, glancing to The Armorer at the sound of the chisel breaking away pieces of beskar. “We will speak with him to see if he can work it in his schedule, I spoke to Axe and Ragnar last night, they have offered to fill Tumul’s duties until one of the younger foundlings are prepared to learn the trade,” The trio spent the rest of their visit in silence, aside from the sound of The Armorer chipping away at metal. When she had finished, she had risen from her seat and perched on the other side of the cot, opposite Bo-Katan, before she handed the pauldron to Xiti. Against smooth metal, four ‘eyes’ were carved into the metal, along with the markings of claws across the metal. The sigil of the Alamite, one earned that would bare her victory against a beast that would have bested her. Xiti turned the pauldron around in her hands, thumb brushing over the carved metal. “I will clean it up, once we can venture to the forge, together.” The Armorer promised. “A fitting sigil, The Alamite hunts used to be a tradition honored by our people for generations, once we have everyone up to par, we can see about settling back into them,” Bo promised. There would be no Alamite hunt where Tumul’s song was not sung, she would be sure of it. “I’m looking forward to it, Lady Kryze,” Xiti said, fitting her pauldron onto her flight suit, despite the rest of her armor being set aside. It was an important thing, earning your mark, Bo hadn’t taken her own off for weeks after she painted the Niteowl into her own armor. “Now, we are going to take care of Shriek-hawk foundlings, I believe it will be a two person job, while we acquaint ourselves with the foundlings,” The Armorer and Bo-Katan bid their goodbyes, before they headed to the deep caverns they’d changed to fit the three growing hawks.

Translations: dank farik - expletive vod'ika - little sibling

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dans-den · 2 years ago

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The Mandalorian Season 3 Review

Hey what's going on everyone? Dan here and today I'll be reviewing The Mandalorian season 3 on this May the 4th be with you day!

Even though the season has ended weeks ago, I'll give spoiler warnings for those who do not have Disney Plus because these streaming services add up.

Now I love The Mandalorian, I've watched all three seasons and Star Wars content is the only reason I wanted Disney Plus in the first place. The Mandalorian is indeed Disney Plus's number 1 show and there is a reason for it. I enjoy the series greatly and in my opinion, season 2 is the best of the three. Season 3 I'd say is on par with season 1, it's rough in some areas, but overall still enjoyable story and entertaining to watch. I'll be going through what I liked and what I dislike about season 3.

One major complaint that I and several others have is that they intertwined the Mandalorian with the Book of Boba Fett show. They're doing what Marvel is known for and connecting everything in a universe but the issue here is that Book of Boba Fett happens between season 2 and 3, meaning that if you're new and trying to watch The Mandalorian then you're gonna be confused about what happened between seasons 2 and 3. A newcomer wouldn't know to go to Book of Boba Fett for context so it loses points off the bat just for doing that. Book of Boba Fett was decent imo, but everyone else doesn't find it entertaining and find it redeemable because of Mando so a newcomer would likely stay away from that show. It's not good when you have to intertwine two shows to get the full context of one or the other, it's inconvenient and just unnecessary to me unless it's meant to lead to a universe which if they plan to cool, if not, unnecessary.

Now with the Book of Boba Fett stuff aside, I do enjoy the continued story of Din Djarin and Grogu on their adventures, this time around we actually get to see them amongst the Mandalorian tribes and culture. I love the lore of Mandalorians and this is a great addition to the series and the lore. I especially like Bo Katan, I think of all her varients, this version of her is by far my favorite only matched by her Clone Wars version. Din Djarin played by Pedro Pascal is great and his character continues to get fleshed out with each season. Grogu, I can't say much because it's puppetry and effects and it's done well enough, it's adorable as well. I also like how we get the return of Moff Gideon as the Antagonist, is he finally gone? we'll see.

Now the episodes this season were a mixed bag. Don't get me wrong, most of Season 3 episodes are fun and action packed, but I'd say there were two episodes in the entire season that were just filler for the most part. Episode 3 was kinda boring to follow because it was literal filler about reformed villains because it barely served any connection to the plot. Episode 6 filler was Mando and Bo on a wild goose chase of a mystery finding defective droids for Lizzo and Jack Black (I love Jack Black but this is definitely one of his weaker roles) and the villain turned out to be Christopher Lloyd and makes it like we care but it felt so rushed and phoned in. These two episodes are definitely lackluster compared to the rest but at least the other episodes make up for these two so I won't hold it too hard against season 3.

I loved the last two episodes where the Mandalorians all band together to take back Mandalore from Moff Gideon and his Beskar Stormtroopers. It did Kill off one of the Mandalorian characters we came to know and respect but at least he went out in true Mandalorian fashion fighting till the end. Gideon got wrecked the third time around and Mandalore was taken back and Mando himself has settled on his land with Grogu as his new adopted son/apprentice where they're gonna go on many more adventures together. This makes me excited for a Season 4 and hopefully we will get a season 4. Though if we do get one, maybe if should be the last one but also the best one yet. Though this is Disney, so it is possible they will try to milk the Mandalorian until its dry but maybe I'm wrong there, who knows?

Overall, season 3 was pretty good and while I still think season 2 was better, season 3 still added to the lore and world of the Mandalorian culture. I would like a season 4 but we will see what happens in the not so distant future. Jon Favreau, you busted out another banger of a season here!

rating this season I'm giving it:

8/10

While I don't think it's the best season, I still think it's great and adds plenty to the story of Din Djarin. I would recommend this season just as much as 1 and 2 and you'll definitely need to watch the last few episodes of Book of Boba Fett to figure out what happens between seasons 2 and 3. Here's to hoping for a season 4 and make it the best and last one.

May the Fourth be with you all

See ya!

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sabineweek · 1 year ago

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💞 Sabine Week 2023 Prompts! 💞

Day 1: Imperial Academy

Day 2: Icarus

Day 3: Follow You Into The Dark

Day 4: Sabine & Ursa

Day 5: Sabine & Bo-Katan

Day 6: Grief/Mourning

Day 7: Free Day!!

Bonus/Alternate Prompts:

Alt 1: Prodigal Child

Alt 2: Clan Wren

Alt 3: Sabine & Shin

Alt 4: Family

Alt 5: Anarchy

Alt 6: Sapphic

Alt 7: The Ghost Crew

Happy art making everyone! Don't forget to read the rules [HERE] or [HERE] if you're on mobile.

(And BTW, we also have a bingo which you can find [HERE]!)

#sabine wren #bo katan kryze #ursa wren #shin hati #star wars rebels #ahsoka tv #sabine week 2023

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sandwrrm · 2 years ago

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bo-katan obvs but if already asked then can i get pre vizsla plsss

Send me a character and I'll answer these!!

Ahh thanks! I haven't gotten her yet sooo I'll go ahead and do both~

1: sexuality headcanon

Bo-Katan: 100% bi

Pre: straight guy with bi wife energy

2: OTP and 3. BROTP

Them together for both ugh <3 I headcanon these two as being pretty insular and obsessed with each other as a couple and as best friends. I can't really see either of them having friends in a traditional sense outside of each other, in a way.

(Runner up would be Ursa for my BROTP for Bo though!)

4: NOTP

Bo-Katan: sorry controversial take but b0soka... by all rights I should ship it (I love them both, I headcanon both of them as wlw in some way, there's plenty of great fanwork) but it just like. does not spark joy with me for some reason idk...

Pre: I feel like he doesn't really have any ships other than with Bo? None popular enough to be NOTP worthy at least.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Bo-Katan: loves sweets, big appetite for someone her size in general, absolutely the type who will finish her own food and then start eating yours if you don't closely guard it

Pre: way into bushcraft/survivalism etc, definitely hazes new Death Watch recruits by dragging them along on unhinged days-long extreme wilderness camping trips

6: favorite line from this character

Hmmm I'm honestly having a hard time thinking of any, I'm the worst at remembering quotes...

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Bo: sarcastic, smiles like once a week max

Pre: dramatic and extra, full of rage

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

I mean like *gestures wildly at them being cringelords in general* but I digress, I'll pick two specific things...

Bo: her design in Rebels omfg, look how they massacred my boy, she looks like a Sim

Pre: that one episode where he has hair but it's like the dumbest looking low poly hairstyle, they really fucked his entire shit up

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Problematic faves to the core lmao

#aaaa this was fun thank you!!!#ask games #headcanons

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bokatanweek · 1 year ago

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Hi everybody! It's time to vote!!

If you're new here, the way the final prompts list for this event works is this: The Top 6 Prompts that get the most votes will become the main list off which creations for Bo-Katan Week will be based. (The 7th day is always a Free Day)

There is also an Alternate Prompts List that isn't assigned to any particular day, and anything off of it can be used to replace any of the main prompts, OR just to inspire even more creation! There will be at least 5 Alternate Prompts. Last year, the exact amount of Alternates chosen for the event was based on popularity, and that's the way I plan to choose again this year! Meaning that if, for example, 3 prompts are tied for 10th place, they will all be added to the list. So if you see a prompt you like, vote for it!

Because there were so many submissions this year (a total of 70 prompts!) you will be allowed to vote for up to 12 options.

Voting will close June 15th. If voting seems to slow dramatically before then, I might make a separate post announcing an earlier end date, so keep an eye out just in case!

As always, if you have any questions (or if you think one of the prompts you submitted might be missing from the voting options) don't hesitate to reach out!

Go forth and vote!

#bo katan kryze #bo katan week 2023 #bkw 2023 #prompt voting

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tiffanypooh · 2 years ago

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@princessbatears

The Last of Us Episode 6/7 & The Mandalorian Episode 1 Spoilers Alert!🔔

Sorry🫣 This post will be super long this time.

I’m back! It’s great to be able to watch both episodes together for the next two weeks. I’m super excited to be able to watch them on the same day (Wednesday). First The Last of Us, then the Mandalorian. There’re so many stuff I would like to share with you, so bear with me.💜🥹

Yes, the whole TLoU keeps spreading that tragic and depressing stuff in each of the episode, especially the latest 7th one.

The changing/reason why Joel wants to leave Ellie to Tommy in EP6 makes sense, even when it’s bit different from the game. Joel becomes more soft here in the series and gets scared that he can’t lead Ellie and make it. That’s actually reasonable. The only thing that makes me feel a bit rushed when compared is that it seems to be Joel changed his mind quickly just over the night after his fight with Ellie. And they don’t exactly show the changes/reasons in between except for the tiny clip showing he’s dreaming about Sarah again. So maybe that makes me feel the game’s pacing is a bit better. Cause they have serious stuff going on that makes Joel rethink about their relationship.🙈

Yes!! I hope they get more actions in the last two episodes. I honestly wanna see they fight a bit more, even though I know it’s not the major point for the whole TV series.😂 But I do think that they handle the material well enough especially when you have heard so many failed adaptations beforehand.🙊😬 I would say TLoU is a success.

And EP7—— God! I’ve gotten teary eyed at the end of it again. I played the DLC before so I’ve already known exactly how it’ll go on TV but still… when Riley and Ellie got bitten. Just too sad. �� It’s a little different from the game especially the fighting sequence. The game is scarier and more dramatic when it comes to the fight, cause there’re a bunch of infected running after you while you’re escaping, instead of just fighting one and got bitten inside the shop. I spoiled a bit but you need to play the DLC. It doesn’t take much time but really enjoyable to play. 😙😝

AND MANDO!!! The only complaint for the EP1 is that it’s too short and I want more! Grogu is super super cute here especially when he’s getting into his father’s arms during the hyperspace jumping. I’m so glad both seats are actually connected.😂 I always think he’s separated in that little dome but mystery’s gotten revealed. And the way he hugs the Anzellan while Mando stopping him is just too hilarious.🤣 Mando’s exactly like a dad got irritated by his kids. “Stop” “Let go”. It’s funny to see this side of him again ever since the encounter with the frog lady. Besides, the fighting is really cool and I love how they handle it/ Mando’s strategy to fight against the pirates. Also getting to see Bo-Katan and know what’s going on after their trip last time makes me wonder how she’ll do/react in order to get her hands on the Darksaber. Can’t wait to watch EP2 next week!

I’m so sorry for the long long post. It’s just too many things/feelings I wanna share with you! Forgive me.🥹🙇🏻‍♀️🫶🏻 This year’s definitely Pedro’s year. Hope to see more of him in other works in the future. Take care and talk to you soon!

Love you to the moon and back.💜🧡✨Hugging across the hyperspace.🥰

P.S. I saved the Javier’s photo last time. It’s perfect.😆

Have you watched latest episode? 😳

I just finished EP6 and I cried. I thought I won’t cry over this episode but once again I was wrong. 😢🥺 And I think I’m kinda weird to cry over that scene, but Pedro’s acting is too good and I was getting emotional.🙈🥹 Gonna tell you more after you watch it. Don’t wanna spoil anything if you haven’t watched it yet.🧡🫶🏻

^ a real life image of me during this episode.

THE LAST OF US EPISODE 6 SPOILERS

This one was such a lowkey gut punch compared to Episodes 3 and 5, but boy is it one of my favs because of all of the emotions with Joel and Ellie! 😭❤️ When Joel was spilling his guts out to Tommy. When he got so nasty with Ellie and left her to cry. His panic attacks. How happy they both were to stay together. And then that cliffhanger ending! Like I know what happens, but I'm still so worried. 😂💀

I'm just in awe of this adaptation and know it's something I'll be rewatching as soon as it finishes.

Tell me more of your thoughts!

Hugs from across the pond!!! 🥰

#Definitely the Year of Pedro Pascal✨#the last of us spoilers #tlou spoilers #the mandalorian spoilers #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #the mandalorian #the last of us #joel miller #hbo the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou #Grogu #din djarin

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oodlesofsnootles-main · 3 years ago

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A little something I wrote for Bo-Katan Week, day 6:

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She sets her helmet down on the control panel. It seems to stare back at her, phantom eyes peering out of the visor. Her own haunted, green eyes. Bo-Katan shakes her head, This trip is getting to her; when was her last decent sleep? Or conversation with an actual being? Luckily, she requires neither. She is just fine with her thoughts, as pulsating and plentiful as the stars ahead.

So when her com beeps, she hesitates to answer.

“Bo-Katan…”

“Bo…”

“Lady Kryze?…”

“Bo-Katan…”

“Bo…”

“Aunt Bo…”

That last one is a cheap shot. That little di’kut...

“What is it, Korkie?” she snaps, unable to ignore him any longer.

There is a long silence and she wonders if she scared him off.

“Well hello to you, too! If you didn’t wish to speak to me, you should’ve never given me your private—”

She softens her voice, just a little. “Hello, Korkie.”

It’s been at least two years since their last contact, she thinks, even longer since he appeared in front of her, travel-worn and weary, out of the blue. It was a shock; she expected him to be dead, certainly not alive and begging for forgiveness. “I must make amends for how I treated you,” he had pleaded, quite pathetically. He hadn’t done anything wrong. Her pain, her guilt, her blunt unveiling of secrets drove him away and she did not deserve forgiveness, from him or herself, she concluded. She knew little about her nephew, but it was at that moment she understood all she needed to. And they were not alike at all.

“What do you want?” She does not intend for it to sound harsh, yet it does. Her expression is far from harsh, though obviously he can’t discern that.

“I…I thought I’d see what you were up to.”

“What are you up to?”

Another long silence. “Nothing much. I got into a bit of trouble recently. Just a brief Imperial entanglement, but all is well now! It’s kind of a funny story, actually—”

She cuts him off, uninterested. “So this isn’t a plea for me to rescue you?” He is in his early twenties now, she realizes. Probably still thinks he’s invincible. She knows she believed the same thing, once.

“Nothing of the sort!” he laughs.

It is not a sound she’s familiar with. She assumes he was once a boy who laughed often, and has learned to do so again. She is stricken with envy over this ability. He’s not a boy anymore, she reminds herself, suddenly feeling old, tired.

“As I said, I’m only checking in on you.”

He is checking in on her? Shouldn't it be the other way around? She feels bad enough this evening, she does not need Korkie reminding her what a horrible aunt she is, too.

“We both want the same thing, Aunt Bo. There’s no need to be strangers. Or enemies.” He laughs again, a nervous tinge to it this time.

The same thing, yet by different means. He can forgive her and call her and act annoyingly cheerful, but they will always butt heads. Just like….

“Perhaps we can meet in person again? When our paths cross, that is. I’m sure they will eventually, especially since—”

“Fine, sure.”

“Wonderful!” he exclaims over some static, “a family reunion!”

The word family does it, sends her over the edge. He’s doing this on purpose, he’s twisting the knife, he’s wounding her from millions of light years away. He can dance around the subject and pretend to care about “Aunt Bo” all he wants, but they both know it was five years ago to the day.

“I’m not stupid, Korkie, I know why you called me, why you chose today. You aren’t as clever as you think.”

A small whimper, barely audible, transmits across the galaxy, to Bo-Katan’s ears. “She’s always on my mind, but today…I wanted to feel closer to her. Through you.”

She sits back, relaxes her hands, which had reflexively curled into tight fists. He isn’t trying to guilt her, or play some cruel game. He doesn’t blame her, not anymore. They have more in common than she assumed; they both still miss her.

A fire rages through Bo-Katan, an ever present one, but the flames rise higher now, threatening to burn unchecked. She wants to smash something, or scream, or at least end the call and never hear his cloying laughter ever again. She doesn’t; she is stronger than that now.

“I’m honored that you would say that.”

“You meant so much to her, you know? I hope you know. Anyway, I won’t push you, but if you have any stories you would like to share, from when you were young kids…it would mean the worlds to me, Aunt Bo.”

Something heavy catches in her throat. She wants to disappear into the stars but she refuses to. She still has work to do.

“Your mother would use her lilies to gather ants. She’d let them crawl onto the petals, and then bring them to a safe place in the gardens. Because she couldn’t bear for them to be stepped on.”

Korkie laughs again, this time accompanied by a sniffle, then another. “Thank you.”

Her nephew, who also lost everything, who still has nothing, seems whole again. Yes, there are pieces missing, but he carries on despite this.

If he could, maybe one day she can, too.

#bo katan week #bo katan kryze #korkie kryze #bo katan week day 6

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the-obiwan-for-me · 3 years ago

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Clan of Two

I had every intention of participating in Bo-Katan Week 2021 for the whole week. But real life is tough, and so is my main fic right now, and it just didn’t happen. But I got struck by inspiration when I realized last night what the prompt for today is. So, here’s my single contribution for Bo-Katan Week!

She found the boy in the tiny galley of the stolen gunship, nursing a mug of weak looking tea. The poor kid's face was swollen and angry looking. She wouldn't be surprised if his orbital bone was fractured. She knew from experience that that brute of a traitor, Gar Saxon, packed a punch.

Physically, he looked rough. But he was a Kryze, and he wore his emotions loudly, just like she did. Just like Satine. And he looked shell shocked and angry and drowning in grief, just like she felt.

She slid into the bench across from him and took a long pull off a bottle of tihaar she'd found stashed away. She passed it to him. He looked at it incredulously for a moment, then took his own swig, surprising her when he didn't wince like she expected. Perhaps the kid was tougher than she thought.

"How's your head?" she asked.

He picked at the label on the bottle for several heartbeats. "She was my mother, you know."

Bo-Katan swallowed the stone that seemed lodged in her throat, then nodded. "I know that."

He looked at her, dumbstruck, his unswollen eye blazing the same fierce crystalline blue as his mother's. He took another swig from the bottle, handed it back. "How did you know?"

Bo-Katan snorted a humorless laugh. "First of all, bleaching your hair only makes you look more like your mother." He glanced away, sheepish. "But mostly, it doesn't take much to spot a Kryze. And Satine is-" a sob she had not anticipated caught in her chest- "was my only sibling. You're no foundling."

He studied her for a while, working something through in his head. She sat quietly, giving him the room he needed to process. Then he finally sighed, squaring his broad shoulders. "Why didn't you try to kill me when you were with Death Watch, if it's that easy to tell?"

Bo-Katan sighed herself. "I wouldn't allow it."

He gave her another astonished look. It was becoming a habit. "You had that much power?" he scoffed.

She shrugged. "I was second in command. But, no, it wasn't like that." She picked at the label herself, recalling memories, some still too fresh to even feel like memories. She drowned them with a heavy drink of tihaar, then handed it to him. "Vizsla was tenacious, but he also could have the attention span of a Corellian grass squirrel. You would come up, and I would distract him."

He drank from the bottle and stared at her, his gaze hard. "Couldn't you have done that for my mother? Your sister?"

"Listen, kid, I never intended for that to happen!" she shouted, jumping to her feet to pace, gesturing wildly back in the imagined direction of Mandalore. "None of this was supposed to happen! I didn't even want to deal with those monsters! I tried to talk Pre out of it, especially once I knew that one had such a thing for Kenobi." The sob worked itself loose from her chest and she fought back the hot tears that wanted to follow it. The heat of her anger sparked the fire of her grief. "None of this was supposed to happen. I tried, Korkie. I tried." She stopped, staring down at her boots, wondering absently whose blood splattered them. "At least I got you out."

"I know." It was said softly, almost a whisper. She raised her gaze to meet his. "I….I just know."

"How do you know? Why should you trust me?"

"I mean, you did get me, and my friends, out. And I saw what you tried to do for others in the aftermath. You do care about Mandalore." He stood and moved toward her, resting a hand on her shoulder. He was tall, and broad chested, and in many ways reminded her of her father. But in so many ways, he was so completely, uniquely different. "And Mum trusted you immediately. She forgave you, instantly. I don't know much. She didn't talk about you except about when you two were small. I don't know what happened, but whatever it was, it wasn't so bad that she couldn't forgive you." He squeezed her shoulder, let his arm drop. "So, I should probably try to do the same. I'm going to try, ok, Auntie?"

She reached up and tenderly brushed a hand along his cheek. She was so rarely tender. She had so rarely been shown tenderness. But she could be gentle for him. He was all she had left, now, and he was too much like his mother to be treated like every other ruthless brute that had shaped her. "This is how I know you're her child, ad'ika. You could dye your hair purple and grow a beard and cover your face with tattoos. But that, right there, is how I know."

He smiled sadly, his eyes shiny with the threat of tears. He took her hand from his face and squeezed it. "Vor entye, ba'vodu."

She squeezed back before letting his hand go. "No debts here, Korkie. I am in your debt."

He turned, rubbing his chin as he made his way back to the table, deep in thought. "What do we do now?" He drank from the bottle and handed it to her as she passed him, moving around the small space until she found a medkit.

"First, you let me patch up that face of yours," she said, sitting next to him before taking her own drink. "Then, if you're willing, we fight for our home. We fight for your mother's legacy."

He nodded once as she gently began to clean the cuts and scrapes along his face. "I am willing." He hissed in pain as she prodded along his orbital bone. It was definitely fractured. "But I don't know if I want to fight like you."

She picked up the bacta spray and gave it a shake. "Fair enough."

"And after that?"

"Well, we're family. We'll take care of each other."

He huffed out a breath. "You had a chance to be my family for eighteen years." He said it with a sharpness and bitterness she hadn't expected, sounding more like a petulant, angry teenager. He was an angry teenager, she reminded herself. Beyond that, even. The world as he knew it has been destroyed. Burned to the ground, in large part due to actions she had taken, or, at the very least, been able to prevent.

She had once been a teenager whose world had been burned to the ground, too.

So, she decided to try and take a page from her sister’s book. She forgave his sharp words.

She sighed, cupping his cheek softly, turning his face to hers. “I am beginning to regret that I didn’t take my chance more and more each day,” she said quietly. “We’re a clan of two, now, and we have to take care of each other. I won’t lose you, too. I plan on keeping you safe.” She rummaged through the medkit, pulling out the skin adhesive. “Now sit still while I glue this shut.”

He looked apologetic, took a sip of tihaar, and sat quietly, letting her work.

They sat like that for a while, Bo-Katan, working gently to glue shut a cut across Korkie’s temple. Korkie hummed a tune that Bo-Katan recognized as a lullaby her father sang to her and Satine when they were small. She mused to herself that she and Korkie would have nearly matching scars as she worked.

He suddenly jolted, looking up to meet her eyes. “If you knew she was my mum, can you tell me who my father is?”

Bo-Katan fought the urge to grimace, then gave herself a moment to compose herself, plan out the right thing to say. “Your mother and I weren’t really speaking when she would have been pregnant with you.”

It wasn’t a lie. Not at all.

But it also wasn’t the absolute whole truth, either.

She knew who the father was. Or, at least, she had strong suspicion. She didn’t need to be a mathematician to realize Satine had to have become pregnant during her year with the two Jedi. One of which had the same nose, the same strong jaw, the same auburn hair that was just beginning to show in the roots of Korkie’s bleached hair. It was an easy enough guess. She was surprised he hadn’t guessed it already, really.

But, for now, she’d keep it herself. This boy didn’t need to know that the man who had come to save his mother, but, instead, caused her death, was his father. One day, maybe. Maybe when he wasn’t so fragile. When the world didn’t feel so utterly destroyed for the both of them.

He seemed to accept her answer. He nodded once, closed his eyes, and settled back into letting her repair the gash on his temple, humming softly to himself.

There was very little she could do to make amends for all the horror she had allowed to be wrought on their home. But she could do two things: she could fight to get it back, and she absolutely would protect her sister's son until her very last breath.

#bo katan week #bo katan week day 6 #bkw 2021 #bo katan and korkie #bo katan kryze #korkie kryze #satine kryze #post the lawless #fudging the timeline a tiny bit #korkie is a kenobi #if you're reading something I wrote you KNOW he's going to be a kenobi

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