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irrfahrer · 2 years ago

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are there any important npcs in your oc's life? what are they like?

ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTIONS& HEADCANONS: * collection #1

X'Ma - X'Ma was a Verpine Jedi Healer who at some point after becoming a Knight was called to help a by a natural disaster destroyed community on a Outer Rim world. The catastrophe was a lot of more devasting than she had been informed and after months of beeing on the planet the population turned to canibalism and X'ma and only one other of her Jedi-Healer group were able to flee. After years of redrawing, X'Ma eventually figured that all problems in the Galaxy came from hunger (For food, for more riches etc) and that she was able to at least help with the Hunger for Food and joined the AgriCorps. When Ziv was send to the AGriCorps, she was specifically send to learn under X'Ma, so her Force-Healing-abilities could grow. X'Ma was therefor Zivs Master in the AgriCorps and teached a group of Adepts. She was also the person on whichs example Ziv decided that she wanted to present specifically feminine. She was murdered during Order 66. Ziv refers to X'Ma often as "old bug" since X'mas petname for her group of Adepts was "my little grubs".

Malkhaz- Malkhaz is a Kiffar with psychometric abilities, who had been send to the AgriCorps at the start of the Clone Wars. He was Zivs best friend in the AgriCorps and boyfriend only for them eventually realizing that they were better of as friends. Zivs earring is a gift from him. Depending on the Plot when a antagonist is needed, Malkhaz is a inquisitor. Ziv regulary remembers him as "a sweet boy".

Malaarrii- is a Wookie artist who worked for the same Crimelord as Ziv did shortly after she became the Murakamis Warden. When Ziv took the Murakami with her she figured she would need to be able to fight against Lightsabers and joined the service of a Crimelord as a personal Doctor in exchange for a cortosis vembrace. She thought she would pay off her debt to the crimelord, but obviously she had not yet grasped the fact that she wold never be able to pay off her debt as long as she was useful for the crimelord. Malaarrii was a woodcarver and since Ziv could understand his langauge they often sat together. As Malaarriis favorite pastime was carving childrentoys and Ziv as a midwife was earning money on the side working woth new parents, they bounded overtheir interest together and Malaarrii was the first time Ziv actually fell in Love. After around two years Ziv eventually figured that she would never be able to pay off her debt and Malaarrii helped her escape out of the crimelords grasp. They still love eachother dearly but had ahd no contact since that time. Ziv still unknowingly looks for features and personalitytraits in other people and people she is romantically attracted all have in some way some similatritys to Malaarrii.

Joon -Joon is a Rhodian Force-Sensetive who was a member of Zivs Youngling Clan and with that was essentially Zivs brother in the manner that they grew up together since they were laying in the Crib and therefor knew eachother inside and out . He survived the purge and became a Bounty Hunter. And he utterly hates Ziv. For a complete understandable reason from his perspective, but anyway: The members of the different Hawkbat Clans are known to be creative, caring, determinated and very intelligent and have the potential to be mischievous, if not even very cunning just as the animal Hawkbats who are considered to be elegant animals but also a animal on whichs bad sides one should never end up. In a group the animals were strong and could take down any prey. They adjusted to the life on planets like corouscant through intelligence and teamwork and became the symbol of many pirate-groups due to their slyness and ableness to adjust to their changing enviorment (Like hawkbats adjusted in Legends to the new biological components on Coruscant after the Yuuzhan Vong War). The animals personality features are very good features to have in a personality as learning children, especially the social side of it, but also give birth to very colourful characters in adults- Like Ziv is one obviously, who is with her intelligence, willingness to serve the community (or flock if one wants to stay in Hawkbat terms) and determination that often grows into cunningness a typical personality found in a Hawkbat Clan. The task of growing up in such a Clan is to balance those features- to make sure that ones determination does not grow into obstinacy, to make sure that ones caring nature does not grow into giving oneself up for others, to make sure ones creativeness and mischief does not grow into cruelness. Joon struggled with this balance- in fact, he failed. Just as Ziv would numerouse timesduring her life. He was determinated to become a Jedi Knight and would not allowe that his Clans preformances slowed him down. If he would have worked with the other children, that would have been fine, yet his determination turned into cruelness because there was on eof the children who always lacked behind, especially in Lightsaber Practice. The children of the Clan decided as a group that this child should be taken on easily and train with the younger chlidren of another clan who were on their level, but Joon would not join in this decision and always pick out this child a sparring-partner to essentially beat that child down into a bloody mush everyday over and over and over again. The children of the Hawkbat Clan took Joon to th side and told him to go easy on their sibling, Joon promised and said that all he was thinking of was the education of the clan. Then he again picked on that child, picked them as a sparring partner and again beat them to a bloody mush. This went on for weeks until Ziv decided it was enough and one night while everyone was sleeping she went over to Joons bed, pinnend him down into the sleepingmath with her weight and remainded him that she has very sharp claws and very sharp teeth, that she was sleeping every night right next to him and especially:That her mind could not be read. To make her point she burried her teeth in the boys throat and left permanent scars that damaged the boys vocal Chords or the rest of his life.Joon left the other child alone after that and redrew from the other children and while he never snitched on Ziv, she was eventually months later send to the AgriCorps. So while her mind could not be read there were probably catched flickers of this episode in Joons mind by older Masters in the Temple. Joon can be used as a occaisonal antagonist in theards and his relationship with Ziv is obviously complicated: They are siblings they grew up like siblings, thy love eachother like siblings and they are for eachother the only thing left of the Hawkbatclan but they also hate eachothers guts.

Thore Wotans - Thore is one of the Imps Ziv used for intel. He originally joined the empire to protect himself and his family from histilitys as he as a Kiffar and with that "only" a Near-human was for the empire not human enough. They lived together for a little over a year in the starharbour on which Thore was stationed only for Thore to be seen as unimportant enough to not be evacuated by the empire when the starharbour was used as a testfield for the Blackwing virus to nuke out the rebelcell stationed there. WHich obvious was there because Ziv was part of it. Thore and Ziv evntually managed to flee the starharbour but as it obviously was revealed that Ziv had constantly used Thore for intel and drugged him with avabush they broke appart. A year later Thore joined the rebellion. Ziv and Thore became friendly after a longer time and eventually occaisonal lovers, but they never reconected again for the obvious reason that the trust was gone. There is still love, but no trust. Thore is the Father of Ullr and Thrud, however he has no idea that he is a biological miracle who managed to concieve crosspecies since him and Ziv had had no contact after Endor.

Sos - A whipid prostitue in whichs Borthel Ziv worked as a midwife and medic. The Borthel, located in a big starharbour and therefor often visited by Imps on shoreleave which among other people Sos used to get Intel for the Rebellion. Ziv and Sos had a short affair, which lead to her intreducing Ziv to Saltbite and with that to the Rebellion.

Deep Current Squad, but especially Óss Saltbite and Ár Southriver- Since Ziv is named after Sif, the Deep Current Members are all named after runes in the Elder and Younger Futhark in some connection to Sif. With Óss (Wotan, Odin, inspiration, Wisdom) and Ár (plenty, bounty of Frey, good harvest), beeing examples. Saltbite obviously had been the one who had been contactd by Sos when Ziv joined the Rebellion and he is also the only one who knows about Zivs Jedi Background. This secret makes them closer, but also they are more distantly in thir personalitys because Saltbite is the oldest of the Group and really has not the nerve to deal with Zivs antics that happen because Ziv had not been socialized by Tynnan and also loves messing with people.Ár and Ziv mostly ended up often sitting together because Ár needed estrogenshots and Ziv as a medic was the one giving them to her. Accordingly after a long time they ended up beeing friends with Ziv even beeing the midwife when Árs mates had litters. This friendship was eventually shaken up a bit after ZIvs Jedi-background became known to the other members of Deep Current but they eventually reconnected again. In the Sequel verse in which Ziv had been frozen in carbonite, Ár is the one who took care of Zivs Daughters when she vanished.

Thrud and Ullr: Zivs twindaughters, that had till now not played a big role in any theard. They are Endor-babys, and eventually more of an epilogue aspect of her story and a reason why she redrew from the rebellion. Thrud and Ullr are forcesensetive, though they never joined Lukes school. Thrud becomes a Doctor and Ullr uses her forcesensetivity for little crimes.

The Murakami Orchid- For someone who had influenced Zivs life so much and in fact is the one person that protecting and keeping save is Zivs lifeduty, there can be not much said about the Orchid. They are young and they are learning and they might be just as stubborn and foulmouthed as Ziv.

#on a complete sidenote: Would X'Ma be a transwoman? Joon and Ár are trans #but their species has specific gendernorms #but verpines have not so I am wondering #hmmm well since tehy have non X'ma referring to herself as a woman itwould make her a transwoman ?#anyway thanks for the ask and have fun reading!#headcanon #irrfahrer #Ziv Odiz' Zee

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eomereadig · 1 month ago

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Snippet: What Comes After (Chapter 3)

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Commander Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi (eventually)

Rating: M

Tags: Cody-centric, Cody needs a hug, post-order 66, post-ROTS, angst, self-loathing, excessive amounts of introspection, substance misuse, overdoses, addiction, violence, minor character injury, graphic descriptions of injuries.

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When Cody was brought to the house in question, Na’tuna still limp over his shoulder, he was more than a little disheartened with what he found. The house in question was just as shitty as the rest of them, though at least most of the windows were intact and relatively free of grime.

It was far, far away from the quality medical care of Coruscant. The empire might have taken so many things from the clones over the years, but they at least had good healthcare as long as they remained useful — he’d give them that. Another thing to get used to, Cody supposed.

The kiffar knocked on the door ahead of him and entered without waiting for an answer.

“Oi, Fix! Got some more rejects for you!”

Cody froze.

Just that simple name had him transported back in time by almost a decade. It couldn’t be-

But then a head poked through one of the adjoining doorways and Cody’s instinct was proved correct. A clone stared back at him, going grey at the temples just like Cody and with a small nick taken out of his eyebrow where Fever had thrown a scalpel at him after the second battle of Geonosis all those years ago.

Cody released the breath he’d been holding.

This was Fix, Cody’s long-time CMO who had been reassigned shortly after the fall of the Jedi.

In front of him, Fix also froze in shock, evidently having made similar revelations about Cody.

“How…” Fix’s shoulders sagged and neither moved for a long moment before the medic seemed to notice the twi’lek slung over Cody’s shoulder. “Put her down over here, Codes, come on. Is she breathing?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

As soon as Cody’s arms were free and Na’tuna was safely lying on a medical cot, he was being pulled into a bone-crushing hug, as if Fix meant to suffocate him. His arm stung with the movement but Cody didn’t care, hugging him back just as hard.

This was his vod — brothers in the way Cody could never have been with anyone who hadn’t served in the 212th.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He hadn’t realised just how fucking lonely he’d been until then, until he was presented with a kind, familiar face.

It was a long while before the brothers separated but eventually, having patients to tend to, Fix pulled away. He didn’t move far, though, only enough to stare at his face and take his cheeks in his hands, as if having to make sure Cody was real.

“Cody…” His eyes were just as tearful as Cody’s own. The commander smiled.

“Yeah, vod.”

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#livy's writing #star wars fanfics #star wars #clone bang 2024 #clone trooper: fix #commander cody

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direwolfrules · 2 years ago

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Star War As Star Trek AU: I Still Don't Have A Coherent Plot Idea But Here's Quinlan

At first I thought I'd make our favorite psychometric Kiffar some sort of Garak equivalent. But then, I remembered something. Quinlan is a being of chaos who comes in, flirts, and leaves devastation in his wake. There is only one character in Trek who could possibly fit (that doesn’t have god-like powers anyway).

That's right. Quinlan's now the Lwaxana Troi of this AU.

He comes in, flirts platonically with Obi-Wan, makes Cody want to throw him out an airlock, helps Anakin almost blow up the warp core, and calls Rex "Mr. Fetch".

He's still psychometric, an ability that I'm planning to make a common Kiffar ability.

I want to say he's an important member of Starfleet Intellegence. Like, a Commodore or Rear Admiral. It's only Cody's love of proper procedure and respect for rank that keeps him from tossing Quinlan into the holodeck with the safety protocols off.

When Korkie comes into the picture Quinlan acts as fun uncle Quin, giving the kid advice on life and how to flirt. Korkie ignores most of this, because he has sense, and because his grandpa made sure he got the talk (Adonai was not going to let another generation of his family forget birth control exists — *cough* Satine *cough* — or that healthy relationships have things like boundaries and respect — *cough* Bo-Katan *cough*).

Quinlan’s version of “The Dark Pages” repressed memory is his great-aunt forcing him to hold his parents Guardian Badges and experience their murders psychometrically. (This is an actual thing that happened in Legends. Evil great-aunt Tinté was a horrible old lady.)

At one point everyone thinks Quinlan’s defected to the Confederacy, and Obi-Wan’s feeling all betrayed. Lots of “how could he do this?!” angst moments. Starfleet Intelligence interrogates him like seventy times because he was one of Quinlan’s best friends. Siri’s placed on temporary leave from her position at Intelligence, and Aayla’s promotion to Captain suddenly isn’t happening.

Then Obi-Wan gets assigned a mission to pick up a deep cover operative and a Confederacy defector and surprise! It’s Quinlan and Ventress.

The whole defection was an undercover assignment and the treatment everyone got was meant to sell the ruse. Starfleet got intel that Ventress wanted to defect, sent in Quinlan, and the rest is history. Except for those Confederacy ships priming weapons, maybe you wanna get us out of here Obi?!

Everyone on the Resolute notices Quinlan and Ventress are a lot closer than they should be, because they're about as subtle as a brick to the face and are constantly making out in crowded hallways. Obi-Wan tries to talk to him about it, but Quinlan's playing dumb and after the last 2 months Obi-Wan just doesn't have the energy. To borrow a Voyager quote:

Quinlan: How the hell do you know when we're having intimate relations?

Obi-Wan: There is no one on Deck 9, Section 12 who doesn't know when you're having intimate relations.

#star wars #korkie kryze #star wars the clone wars #star wars au #star wars as star trek au #quinlan vos #obi wan kenobi #asajj ventress #quinlan vos x ventress #ventress #Star Trek #korkie kenobi #vostress

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retrocognizantrecreant · 2 years ago

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Qu'inlan Ne'hajad'ir Es'sa'taree Ki'inda'ri Qu'assa'Vos

kˈuːˈɪnˈlˈæn | nˈe͡ɪ'hˈɔːjˈɔːdˈɪ͡ɹ | ˈɛs'sˈɔːtɹˈiː | kˈiːˈɪndˈɑː'ɹˈiː | kˈuː' ɐsˈɔː' vˈo͡ʊs

Reason or meaning of name:

Qu'inlan: The stylized character for "Qu" also "Ku" in Kiffar is used in names as a royal prefix, but more literally means 'of the People' or 'the People's', the character for 'in' is numerical for second, and the suffix 'an' is awaits, so Qu'inlan is a mutable title designating where he was in terms of ascending the throne, before the death of his brother he was Qu'nilan, after the death of his mother he became Qu'ian officially.

Had his brother ascended the throne and provided an heir, Qu'inlan would have become T'in'té or second removed.

Ne'hajad'ir: Ne is a gender marker, Hajad is for the Time of the Great Sorrow, and 'ir' is numerical for seven, this is more of a name for census purposes, he was a male born on the seventh day of the Great Sorrow,

Note: this is also mutable, had he changed his gender identity the prefix would have changed in reflection.

Es'sa'taree: This is a phrasal tmesis that gives Quinlan a headache on the best of days, and breaks up ten different ways and translates well in none of them. It works out to being one who has the Force with psychometry, but it's more cultural and ethnocentric than that. Es'taree works out to blessed or chosen one way and cursed the other.

Ki'inda'ri: another tmesis, Ki'ri translates most closely to 'our beloved' and inda is a type of bird found on Kiffu and most often seen during the time of the Great Sorrow, quite literally second 'in' bird 'da'. While he was not given this name formally at birth, this is his name, this is what his family and friends knew him as on Kiffu.

Qu'assa'Vos: Vos is the family name, Qu'assa is the indicator that they are the current ruling lineage. The root, 'assa' means in service, so quite literally Qu'assa is "the people's servant."

All together it is something like: Clan Vos' Beloved Bird, in expected service of the People, born blessed/cursed male, the seventh day of the Time of the Great Sorrow.

Character’s nickname(s): Quin, Ki'ri, Da'ri, Inda

Reason for nickname(s): He only started going by Quin after he moved to the Temple, he doesn't know where it came from or who started it. He didn't plan on sticking around long enough to worry about correcting anyone on the fact that Quinlan is less a name and more a title (and an inaccurate one at that) and that Quin is a terrilble bastardization of how anyone should pronounce it Qu'in to begin with. At this point it's just been too long to bother with. He didn't say anything before, so he won't now.

The others are 'Our Beloved', 'Beloved Bird,' and 'Bird' respectively. He was most often Inda to friends, Da'ri to those closest to him, and Ki'ri very affectionately, mostly by family. The suffix of ri makes it immediately more affectionate and intimate. He wouldn't expect to hear Da'ri or Ki'ri from anyone outside of his immediate family, a partner after marriage, and a very select few who knew him as a young child and called him that then. In fact, he would be mortified if anyone called him either outside of those people.

#kiffar and beyond; worldbuilding with vos #what lies beyond the shadows; headcanons

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howdidthisevenhappenanyway · 2 years ago

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hi! What's the "YAIM COVERT - anakin meets coruscant mandos" story?

Slight warning for discussions of some things a kid who grew up in slavery might be taught how to avoid and death of a character who also died in canon)

‘…Anakin Skywalker was unquestionably in deep deep poodoo, and he didn’t know what to do to get himself out of it this time.

He’d managed to get out of the most immediate danger, making a run for it at first opportunity, as soon as the ship had landed in a breathable atmosphere and the door opened. The creepy old man had thought his sleemo skeeze game of ‘friendship’ was working, but Anakin had seen men like him before, and how they were with little slave kids who were unlucky enough to be bought by the brothel owners in mos espa. He also knew it was better to play along, rather than cry or make a fuss. The old man hadn’t expected Anakin to bolt, and had underestimated how good he was at not being seen, even in a place that was crawling with guards.

He didn’t need to know exactly what happened to young slaves when they were taken away by creepy old sleemos to know he did not want to be caught by this one. He needed to be quiet, but his breaths were loud in his ears, and he felt like his heart was going to break out of his chest, it was beating so hard.

It wasn’t fair! He had won his freedom, doing the thing he loved most out of everything in the world! The podrace had been wizard! And then he’d got to fly in an awesome spaceship, and had seen the Jedi Temple and Naboo, and even fought in a space battle! But now he was back here on loud, stinky Coruscant, and he almost wished he’d never been Freed; not if he was just going to get found by more slavers anyway—probably worse ones—and in a city he didn’t know.

One that was the size of a whole planet, no less.

He was so far from Tattoine, which was hot, sandy, and filled with depur and murderers…but it had Mom. He had never been so far from Mom in his life, and now that the excitement had worn off and Master Jinn was dead, everything sucked.

When he’d met Master Jinn and his Angel (who was actually a real life queen!), He had been so sure he was going to be a Jedi, and everything would be better. After all, Master Jinn and the angel Padme took him away from Tatooine! But then they had to go to Naboo to end the Trading Federation’s occupation, and Master Jinn died fighting a stinky bad guy. They still won the fight; some other Zabraki Jedi with pretty hair was there to end it; but it was so sad to lose the man who was going to be his teacher.

He wanted to be! He had wanted Anakin!

But Jinn was dead…”

Yaim Covert is the second fic in the series that started with Little Yaim. There has been a significant time jump since the end pf that story; so you’ll see how the galaxy is different because one precocious kid never made it to Bandomeer.

So here we are on Coruscant, with more jetpacks, Mandorian’e and Kiffar (and Mando-Kiffar) OCs, and yet another precocious kid in a stitch who could do with some help…

thanks for the ask!

#anakin skywalker #fic snippets #still quite a while till this is done because I’m very slow. but it’s going it’s going…#I wrote dis #star wars fanfiction

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serenscarlett-moved · 3 years ago

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I have made some recent tweaks/changes to my legacy and will list something of importance.

- Jadus & Lachris:

originally was sith pureblood-human hybrids but was changed to sith pureblood-zeltron hybrids with violet eye colours. The reason for pale skin were the cause of the dark side corruption altered their genetics caused by an experimental artifact, which was unplanned.

- Malora was now moved to Sith Warrior crew as a duo partner to Vaelyn.

- Thana Vesh will be alive in this verse, therefore rivalling both Vaelyn and Malora. Though, I intend for her to be an offspring to Tenebrae. However, I had recently thought about Darth Zash rather than Thana Vesh amongst Tenebrae Vitiate's bloodlines but I need to think on it.

- Acina was changed to be an ally to the lineup... due to a recent headcanon development about her connections to the specific characters.

- merging Knight with Consular involving the Emperor's Children plot. There won't be a Galactic Annihilation arc.

- Heart of Terror, aka IA's chapter 1, occur on the year 3644 bby rather than 3643 bby like the rest of the class stories.

- There had been a change to repside jedi crew who will be friends to Jazz, Tau and Blizz. It was mostly the two twi'lek characters appeared in the trailers who were, unfortunately, was killed off, so I took them and claimed them as my ocs: Eleena Daru and Darth Atroxa because they both deserved better.

They will have their own alias/name change for a reason to protect themselves. Some details of their defectors will be mentioned within chapter 1.

I'm debating on whether to leave it as a group of main five or add Jonas Balkar or the jawa Meerko with them.

- Jonas Balkar will take over as the main SIS asset and replaces Theron Shan in repside-task force nova crew on the sidelines. he doesn't join the crew or go on undercover missions for a specific reason.

- Gnost-Dural is an established member of the Jedi Council as of 3643 bby, though Satele will not be the Grandmaster. (anyone remember Vander Tokare from kotor or Master Oteg from Taral V/Maelstrom?)

- I have debated on Aris and Jazz having kiffar or miraluka dnas through their one of their parents' bloodline rather than "humans" because humans generally gets dull in star wars universe.

that's all for now until I'll add some more later.

#nevrakis legacy headcanons #scarlett replies to stuffs

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aion-rsa · 3 years ago

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Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi Just Pulled off Two Major Clone Wars Callbacks

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This Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi article contains spoilers.

Obi-Wan Kenobi not only brings back two of the most important characters from the Original Trilogy, it’s also an embarrassment of riches for Prequel Trilogy fans who have longed to see the franchise pay tribute to the Star Wars galaxy of the early 2000s. At last, we have Ewan McGregor and Hayden Christensen sharing the screen once again, this time trading lightsaber blows on opposite sides of the battlefield. In episode 3, the Jedi Master and Sith Lord finally come face to face after 10 years, and the reunion is anything but heartwarming. Unless you count Vader literally lighting his old master on fire…

But McGregor and Christensen aren’t the only two major Prequel blasts from the pasts featured in the series. Last week, for example, the show featured a Temuera Morrison cameo, putting the Jango and Boba Fett actor in clone trooper armor for the very first time — despite being the face of all clones since 2002’s Attack of the Clones (the “magic” of CGI, am I right?).

“Part III” brings in two more major Prequel era callbacks that likely made Star Wars fans who grew up in the 2000s jump off their couches in excitement. Here’s what these references might mean for the show and the Star Wars canon timeline going forward:

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Quinlan Vos

Obi-Wan is shocked to learn that one of the Jedi fugitives who’ve passed through the safe house on Mapuzo is Quinlan Vos, the Kiffar Jedi Master who first appeared as an extra in The Phantom Menace in 1999 (you can spot him sitting at a table watching as Anakin walks down a Mos Espa street), but is best known for his appearances in The Clone Wars and Dark Horse’s Clone Wars comics from the now non-canon Legends continuity. In fact, it’s in the pages of Star Wars: Republic by John Ostrander and Jan Duursema where he gained most of his popularity as one of the comic’s central stars opposite mainstays like Obi-Wan and Anakin.

Unlike Obi-Wan’s more virtuous Jedi Knight, Quinlan was known for being more morally gray, which made him the perfect candidate for a secret mission to assassinate Count Dooku during the height of the Clone Wars. But regardless of whether you’re reading his canon or Legends adventures, Quinlan time trying to infiltrate Dooku’s inner circle within the Separatists led to the Jedi falling to the dark side and instead serving Darth Tyranus against the Republic. Fortunately, both versions of Quinlan’s story see him return to the light. In the canon novel Dark Disciple by Christie Golden, Quinlan is driven back to the light after former Sith apprentice and badass bounty hunter (and Vos’ lover) Asajj Ventress sacrifices herself to save him from a killing blow from Dooku.

As the behind-the-scenes story goes, George Lucas was so captivated by Quinlan’s unique design and story that he planned to include the Jedi in Revenge of the Sith, including in his own Order 66 scene. The production went as far as creating animatics for the scene, but it was ultimately cut. But Quinlan is still referenced in a line from Obi-Wan: “Master Vos moved his troops to Boz Pity.”

Later bits of lore place Quinlan on Kashyyyk after his victory on Boz Pity, fighting alongside Master Yoda right up until Order 66 and the start of the Jedi Purge. His whereabouts during the reign of the Empire largely remained a mystery until Obi-Wan Kenobi revealed Quinlan has been working for the Star Wars universe’s version of the Underground Railroad, helping Force-sensitive children escape the Inquisitors.

But does name dropping Quinlan in episode 3 mean he’s bound to make an appearance on the show before the end? It’s hard to say, although fans have been theorizing Obi-Wan Kenobi will feature at least one other Jedi Knight due to just how many classic Jedi the series has referenced in just three episodes, including Yoda, Qui-Gon Jinn, as well as Legends heroes like Corran Horn and Valin Halcyon. If we had to guess, the cameo will come in the form of Liam Neeson playing Qui-Gon’s Force ghost, but now that we know which other Jedi are still out there, anything could technically happen.

Jabiim

There’s a very good chance we will visit Jabiim next week. Fans of classic Clone Wars tie-in comics should know this planet well. After all, in the Legends timeline, it was the site of one of the bloodiest battles of the galactic conflict. The forces of the Republic and the Separatists converged on the rain-soaked planet during a local civil war in order to secure Jabiimi resources — whichever side won would get control of the planet’s vital mining operation.

Obi-Wan, his padawan Anakin, and Asajj Ventress all converged on the planet during the battle in the early days of the Clone Wars. While a fast-paced offensive quickly allowed the Republic to gain territory, a counter-offensive led by Ventress and local general Alto Stratus that saw the clone army suffer massive casualties, and even Obi-Wan was thought to have been killed, leaving Anakin to fend for himself.

With Obi-Wan gone (he’d actually been captured by Ventress and imprisoned on another planet), it was Anakin who led the Republic’s last stand on Jabiim with the remaining clone troopers and a group of padawan, holding out long enough for the surviving forces to evacuate. It was a victory for the Separatists and a major setback for the Republic.

Of course, all of this backstory was wiped away after Disney bought Star Wars in 2012. In other words, we don’t actually know whether any Clone Wars battles happened here in the new canon. Surely, Obi-Wan would have said something along the lines of “Oh no, not there!” when Tala (Indira Varma) mentioned that was where he and Leia would be headed next.

If you want to check out the Battle of Jabiim for yourself whole we wait for some answers on Obi-Wan Kenobi, track down issues 55 through 58 of Star Wars: Republic by W. Haden Blackman and Brian Ching.

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I wonder if he can taste the sadness (Ahsoka Tano & Anakin Skywalker & Rex)

Summary: Ahsoka motions for the younglings to stay behind what little cover she was able to provide as the door wheezes open. She pokes her head out just enough to see and— “Master!” she cries, leaping up. Anakin is at the door, his lightsaber in his hand but unlit. He looks mildly surprised to see her, but takes her hug without hesitation. “Thank the Force,” she breathes out. “We heard blasters and then Master Nu told us to hide. What’s happening?” In her embrace, Anakin is unmoved. She frowns, looking up at him. “Master?”

Warnings: major character death, lightsaber wounds, lots of children die but only one is shown, canon genocide, canon divergence but only to make it sadder Word Count: 1,826

Prompt: Angstpril Day 4 - Betrayal

Author’s Note: WOWWW why do I do this to myself lmfao. I was like ‘oh hey what if Ahsoka was in the Temple during Order 66 would that suck or what’ and then I. Wrote it. For some reason. I’m sick and twisted. Also, not to make you sadder or anything, but can you imagine Obi-Wan finding her body? Shit dude. Anyway, you might think Anakin wouldn’t go to the dark side if the whole Ahsoka thing hadn’t happened, but, like...he already murdered a village of Tuskens before the Clone Wars. I do not doubt that it would’ve happened somehow. I know this is super late but I wanna get all my Angstpril stuff written down no matter how late it is or else I’m gonna feel terrible about it. Title is from My Mother, My Mother by Luther Hughes. (Also, Jinnel, the Kiffar, and her future Master are my ocs. Zett is a canon character but he has barely any appearances so, uh, dibs.)

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“Master Nu! I was just looking for you in the archives.”

Ahsoka bears a wide smile as the old Master of the archives turns to her. The young Padawan, though not so young now she thinks, bears a couple of datapads, old ones she’d borrowed before her last assignment.

“Ah, Padawan Tano. Apologies, but I’m a bit occupied at the moment.”

She gestures behind her, where a youngling Clan chatters excitedly. At the sight of Ahsoka, one Nautolan girl lights up and turns to her friend, whispering furiously.

Ahsoka smiles and waves a little, getting a few waves back. “Sorry, Master, I didn’t realise. I can come back later,” she offers.

“That’s quite alright.” Master Nu waves her off. “Just leave it on my desk, and I—”

She stops. Her gaze drifts to the far end of the hallway, but when Ahsoka follows it, she finds nothing there. She’s about to ask what’s wrong, but then she feels it, too: a roil of darkness and fear.

“What is that?” she whispers, unmoving.

The younglings finally notice, a long moment after their seniors, and begin speaking frantically.

“Is the Temple under attack?”

“What do we do, Master Nu?”

“What’s happening?”

“I have to go find my Master!”

With a raised hand, Master Nu silences them all. “Quiet.” Quickly glancing around, she spots a meditation room with an open door. “Quickly, into the meditation room. Padawan Tano, watch our backs.”

“Yes, Master.”

The younglings file into the room obediently, still whispering to one another. One girl, a young Kiffar, bursts into tears, so Ahsoka pulls her aside immediately.

“My Master left to go to the Senate Building,” the Initiate blubbers. “She doesn’t know we’re in danger! I have to find her!”

(She’s too young to have a Master, Ahsoka realises, and doesn’t have a Padawan braid. The Master must’ve found her on a Search and bonded with her.)

“See if you can contact her on your comm, but you need to stay here until we know what’s going on, okay?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t leave her!”

“I understand. My Master is out there somewhere, too,” Ahsoka tries to reassure. “But I can’t let you leave alone, either. As soon as it’s safe, we’ll go find her together.”

The Initiate wipes at her eyes and nods, following the rest of her clan into the meditation room. Ahsoka looks back to Master Nu, who is glancing down the hall with wide, horrified eyes. Something has pulled in the Force.

Someone skids to a stop around the corner.

It’s a young human boy, a Padawan that Ahsoka has seen trailing behind Master Drallig for the last few weeks. On his sleeve, a scorch mark has burned through the fabric to his skin: a blaster wound.

At the sight of Master Nu and Ahsoka, his face twists in relief and he runs toward them.

“Zett,” Master Nu breathes out, taking his arm as soon as he’s close. “What’s going on?”

Through panting breaths, he speaks the impossible. “The clones—the clones are killing us!” he cries. “They got Master Drallig and I can’t find the Council—”

“What?” Ahsoka questions fiercely. “What are you talking about?”

“I know you won’t believe me, but I really saw it! It’s the 501st, they have their armour and everything and they’re killing everybody—!”

Master Nu squeezes his uninjured shoulder. “Breathe, Padawan. I believe you.”

“What!?” Ahsoka turns on her. “They would never—!”

“It may be someone else in that armour, but you know he’s telling the truth, Ahsoka. You can feel it,” she says warningly. “Don’t let emotion cloud your instincts.”

She backs down, but her chest tightens. “Yes, Master,” she says quickly.

“How many of them are there?”

“All of them. Master Drallig—” Zett chokes on his name. “—he told me to go to the landing pad, to get out and find help.”

“I’ll go with you!”

Ahsoka jumps when the young Kiffar reappears, running up to Zett.

“I’m a good tracker,” she says quickly, “and I know where my Master’s going! We can find her!”

Zett looks to Master Nu at the same time she does, uncertainty in his bright eyes. The old archivist casts her gaze to the end of the hall, where the chaos is starting to get louder. With a deep breath, she kneels before the younglings, a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Do not stop, especially for anyone in clone armour. Don’t trust anyone you don’t recognise and whatever you do, do not return to the Temple until you are given the all-clear, do you understand?” When they both nod, she reaches for their hands and presses them together, letting Zett take the girl’s. Master Nu gives him a firm look. “Hold onto each other. Do not let go. This is not a game.”

“Yes, Master,” they say at the same time, equally shaky.

She stands. “Go.”

The pair run off, Zett tugging the Kiffar girl closer to him as they dash down the hall. Ahsoka watches them go, waiting until they’re around the corner to turn her attention back to Master Nu, who has apparently done the same. Before she can speak, the archivist puts a hand on her shoulder as well.

“Stay with the younglings. Lock the door behind you and defend them with your life,” she instructs.

The girl’s eyes widen. “What? You’re leaving?”

“If the Temple is being attacked, there are things I have to do,” is her grim reply. “No one can get their hands on the archives, Padawan, no one. I’ll come find you when I get the chance.”

If I get the chance. The thought is there, though unspoken.

Steeling herself, Ahsoka swallows roughly but nods. “Yes, Master.”

With a glance over the Padawan’s shoulder, Master Nu lowers her voice. “Above all, make sure they make it out.”

“May the Force be with you,” she says quietly, a hope more than a comfort.

Master Nu smiles, a little sad, a little proud. “It is always with us, Ahsoka. It is always with you. Be brave.”

Her words echo in the young Togruta’s mind even as she departs. When she finally pulls herself together, she rushes into the meditation room, counting heads and closing the door behind her. She enters a code to lock it down completely before turning back to her charges.

“I need you all to listen carefully and do exactly as I say, okay?”

There are scattered nods and ‘yes, Padawan Tano’s, so she gives out instructions.

They build barricades throughout the room, providing cover for themselves. Initiates with lightsabers pair up with those without and the latter group gets a few weapons from Ahsoka. Her clone troopers—the ones killing Jedi—gave her quite a few vibroblades and pocket blasters over the years and she’s kept them all. It’s more than a little useful right now, she thinks as she hands them to the younglings.

“Keep your heads down and trust in the Force,” Ahsoka orders, ducking behind a gathering of meditation chairs and tables with three Initiates. She places a hand on the shoulder of the youngest, a small Mirialan with teary eyes. “It’s going to be okay.”

Footsteps thunder from the hallway outside. The younglings fall silent in an instant, poised for battle.

Something catches in Ahsoka’s chest. They’re ready for this. They’re children and terrified but they’re ready for a fight. Is this what her Master used to feel when he looked at her, 14 standard and standing on the front lines? Like something was desperately wrong with this picture?

“The scanners indicate life forms in this room, sir.”

Ahsoka freezes.

It sounds like a clone, though she can't place who. Could Zett have been right? Are the clones—the 501st, of all battalions—turning against them? What in the Force would make them do that? Something here is horribly, horribly wrong.

There's some beeping on the other side of the wall and someone out there must have the codes, because the door starts to slide open.

Ahsoka motions for the younglings to stay behind what little cover she was able to provide as the door wheezes open. She pokes her head out just enough to see and—

“Master!” she cries, leaping up.

Anakin is at the door, his lightsaber in his hand but unlit. He looks mildly surprised to see her, but takes her hug without hesitation.

“Thank the Force,” she breathes out. “We heard blasters and then Master Nu told us to hide. What’s happening?”

In her embrace, Anakin is unmoved.

She frowns, looking up at him. “Master?”

Light washes over her, the stark blue of his lightsaber being lit. She glances down to get a look at where he’s pointing it, what he could possibly be defending her from in a room of younglings. But then pain strikes her abdomen, squeezing her lungs. A choked gasp drags itself from her lips and she finally sees it.

The saber in her chest. Anakin’s saber in her chest.

A youngling screams and blaster fire echoes throughout the room, but Ahsoka can’t see what happens. She can’t even cry out for the Initiates she was meant to protect. All she can do is look back up at him.

His expression is blank, untouched by her apparent agony. He stares down at her with those yellow eyes—

Yellow eyes?

Her mouth falls open a little, her legs wobbling. She loses her balance, falling into him. And he catches her. There isn’t any sort of purpose to the movement, but he catches her.

He has yellow eyes.

Ahsoka thinks of Dooku, of his last moments spent glaring at her and her Master, those burning yellow eyes. She thinks of his red lightsaber fitting perfectly into Anakin’s hand and how nauseous she’d become at the sight.

“Anakin?”

It’s weak, hardly there. She doesn’t even know if he hears it.

And then she’s falling, falling to the floor. He drops her, lets her crumble underneath him, unable to hold herself up.

He walks away.

Breathing raggedly, Ahsoka wants to reach out, wants to grab the bottom of his robe before he can leave her. But her hands won’t cooperate, her entire body screaming at the scorched wound she bears.

The meditation room has fallen silent, leaving the troopers to follow after Anakin. They start to leave, but one notices she’s still breathing, still trying to move.

He lifts his blaster and she finally sees him.

“Rex,” she breathes out.

The jaig eyes on his helmet, carefully painted, give him away instantly. He lifts his pistols and she wants to cry. She doesn’t have the strength for even that. But she doesn’t need any strength to see that his hands are shaking. Ahsoka will never know what’s going on in his head, what’s driving him to lift his blasters in her direction. All she knows is that his hands are shaking.

“It’s okay, Rex,” she says, sounding far from it. “It’s okay.”

He fires.

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draange · 3 years ago

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Like many others, I've made up my own characters for the Star Wars universe. All the new content coming out has caused it to really scratch at my brain. So while I have probably a dozen characters, a lot of their stories stem from this one.

I wish I could still draw to give you a better sense of him, but that skill has atrophied and I need this out of my head now.

I doubt anyone will really be interested in this stuff, but feel free to ask me about it if you have questions. There are a lot of half-baked ideas still rattling around my head.

Six years after the rise of the Empire, Quinlan Vos finds a badly injured four-year-old zygerrian kit who is mildly force-sensitive. His father tried to kill him because the kit tried to stop him from beating a slave to death. Slave still died, but kit bit his father in the ankle so hard he had a permanent limp. Through a lot of chaos, they do what Vos was there to do and helped the slaves from the kit’s family escape.

(The adult daughter of the murdered slave, “Miss Red”, took the two-year-old daughter of the slavers with her since it wasn’t safe to be left alone there (non-drunk family was out of town) and renamed her “Recompense��.)

Vos didn’t think it was a good idea to take on this kid as a padawan, but it was an even worse idea to leave him to be found by the sith or killed by another zygerrian who sees him as weak and thus a risk to the species (cultural mindset, not biological). He focused on teaching the kit how to stay alive, stay hidden, and help people while maintaining the first two objectives. The kit already had an elementary grasp of don’t-look-at-me auras.

Part of my headcannon on zygerrians in general that inform much of this:

- Zygerrian culture is very much focused on the strong, so parents are encouraged to make sure that their children are as strong as can be. This includes emotional weakness. If they don’t pick up “proper” behavior from their parents, they get punished. If it persists, they get sent to special “schools” that have the façade of the typical military school but are really for breaking and brainwashing. If that doesn’t work, the children fall victim to “training accidents”. However, a parent with an overtly “weak” child might go the traditional route of taking the child to train in the wilderness as cover to murdering them. It's culturally condoned and not investigated. That’s why there seem to be no “good” zygerrians, they get culled before they are old enough to strike out on their own.

-Physically I headcannon that zygerrians are a lot like mountain lions/pumas/cougars. They are natural rock climbers and feel comfortable with heights. Mountain lions also are at home in varied landscapes including mountains, jungles, and forest. The best thing, they’re technically minor cats and can purr. However, rock climbing and purring are seen as “childish” and suppressed.

-Zygerrian ears can twitch, but as part of their desire to seem in control, they put rods just under the skin of their children so that they grow in the familiar upright position. The muscles die off and the outer skin grows thick. If the ears are allowed to develop normally, they can be very expressive. They still have a hard outer skin, but it’s flexible at the segment breaks.

Highlights of their training over the years (that I’m sure of. Other details aren’t so set):

-The kit misunderstood the objective of a training exercise and discovered an aptitude for generating and conducting electricity with the Force. (The objective was to feel out a cave. He thought it was to replenish the energy in his flashlight.) It was not perfect. His fur stuck up everywhere from static. Vos does have pictures.

-After a few years together, Vos took on a fake identity as a wandering technician that would go home to Kiffar during the major static electricity harvesting seasons, and travel abroad the rest of the time to where work was needed. He claimed to have found the kit after he had run away from home on some other outer rim world. Named him Farat Dae (Faraday)

-Farat develops his skills with the force and technology to focus on subtle sabotage and espionage

-While his overall force powers aren’t great, he can focus on a lot of little things at once. Favorite use of this is deactivating many slave collars at once

-His lightsaber is made from a heavily damaged temple guard’s staff found in a junk shop. One crystal was mostly intact, the other was fragmented. Due to the fact that no one would question a zygerrian walking around with a whip, he designed it so that the solid crystal could make a saber blade and the fragments made a light whip. Though the crystals were kept in a chamber that had to be opened with the force so that if anyone else activated the weapon, it seemed like a normal energy whip.

-Farat developed an interest in playing simple flutes. Due to often losing them in the chaos of missions, he learned how to make them himself.

-Some point in his adolescence when the Rebel Alliance has begun to form, Miss Red gets in touch with him to request his help. Farat’s younger sister Recompense had been captured with a group of freedom fighters and sent to a zygerrian reeducation school. Recompense is likely to be tortured for information and her death be written off as a training mishap-which that school is very experienced with. Shenanigans ensue, Farat and a team save Recompense, saves all the other prisoners being held over there, and take a bunch of other zygerrian youths with them that had been sent to the school for being “weak” or “problematic”.

-After the school incident, Farat stays with the main rebellion for a long while as a junior technician. Only a handful know or suspect that he’s force-sensitive. When the alliance is setting up their base on Yavin IV, he has the time of his life climbing up and down the pyramids installing electrical work.

-Vos made Farat promise to not tell anyone about being a jedi/force trained if Vos himself hadn’t told them. This is fine early on but causes issues later towards the time of the movies.

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The final round of art claims is open at @wipbigbang! We have all sorts of great stories left in multiple fandoms, and we'd love any type of fanart for them: traditional art, digital art, fanmixes, moodboards, fic covers/chapter headers...any kind of art you can imagine!

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Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

#112

Title: I just want to go home

Pairing/Characters: Quinlan Vos/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Tholme, Qui-Gon Jinn, Original Kiffar Characters

Rating Teen | T

Warnings/Tags: Chooses not to use Warnings

Implied/referenced rape, slavery, Padawan Quinlan Vos, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, injuries, violence, healthy communication, mind is going blank again, hope I'm not missing anything important for warnings, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, Kiffar Culture, Pro Jedi, Jedi Culture respected

Summary: Quinlan is sent on an undercover mission... pretend to leave the Jedi Order and return to his family, only, his grandparents are kings of Kiffu, and that means he's a prince of Kiffu. His mission does not go as planned. After that traumatic experience, the Senate catches wind that there is a Kiffar Jedi undercover on Kiffu, and make him stay there to complete their own agenda. He has the support of his family, especially his cousins, but he just wishes he could go home. Eventually, he gets the support of Obi-Wan, who, along with Qui-Gon is assigned as the liaison between the Republic and Kiffu, and then they start dating. This goes on until Quinlan is released from the mission... just in time to join Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan on a mission to Naboo.

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sheresh0y · 3 years ago

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Mar'eyce: Chapter Seven

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Mando OC Kaiyah Awaud

Word Count: 5.9k

Rating: M, 18+, no younglings. This is a mature fic.

Warnings: dead body mention, angst, we get a little too introspective and existential in this chapter, extensive talks of loss of parent and loss of spouse, hallucinations, swearing, minor character death, too much Mando'a, I realized too late that this accidentally turned into a slow burn oops lol.

Author’s Note: I'm going on an optimistic limb and saying that most updates from now on will be on either Sundays or Mondays. If anything changes I'll let you know, but for now I think this is best. No beta, extended note, translations, and lore at the end.

Summary: "Would they and could they follow each other to the ends of the galaxy?"

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Kaiyah had been in hyperspace for nearly a week straight. A tedious, awful, boring week. Dantooine was on the other side of the karking galaxy, at least from Arumorut. She was aptly reminded of why she never became a beroya in the first place. Too boring. The week, however, left more than enough time to think about the dead Kiffar she had in a duffel bag behind her.

The ship Kaiyah borrowed wasn’t much bigger than an X-wing, it could squeeze maybe three people in the entire thing and that was a big maybe. She never had to worry about getting her own ship, if she left Arumorut for anything it was day trips, supply runs, even when she was busting up the underworld the pilot used their ship.

So, Kaiyah was stuck with a rank duffel bag and suffocating guilt in a seven-by-three space for days. On the surface, the job worked. She sacked out for fifteen standard hours with no dreams after she got to hyperspace. The cloudy, foggy feeling was gone and she didn’t feel near as cranky or paranoid. It was nice to be in control of herself again.

Unfortunately, being back to herself meant consequences and questions. What was the Kiffar running from? Was it Harbinger? Why would Harbinger have anything to do with a non-Mandalorian on purpose? Kaiyah checked the body over after her nap, even did a scan with the handheld medical device Ro and Ba’buir insisted she carry just so she could check for trackers or chips that some slavers put in people. She couldn’t find anything. No tattoos marking them as property, no chips claiming stake. Who was this Kiffar? And just what were they wanted for?

As Kaiyah lowered onto the dock in Arumorut, she commed Harbinger. She wasn’t dragging a dead body through town just so he could look at it, if he came here, saw the Kiffar, and paid her at the docks it would be a lot easier to dump the bag into a ravine and only have to deal with this in her nightmares. Much to her non-existent disappointment part of Harbinger's entourage showed up instead, the man with blue and maroon armor strode up and looked in the bag, nodded, and tossed a pouch of credits at her.

“They had some death bed confessions, any chance I’ll have a target on my back?” Kaiyah asked as she fumbled the deceivingly large amount of money. The man turned his head to look at her, the helm he always wore shined glossy in the afternoon light. It didn’t gleam like Mando’s beskar, it was more like satin. Coated. It bumped and moved awkwardly against his body, not fluidly like it was a part of him.

The man shook his head at her, “It shouldn’t. Thank you for your service, ma’am.” Kaiyah watched as the man took the bag with him and when she couldn't see him anymore she turned to finish cleaning the ship. The way he threw money at her and called what she did a service felt like he was shooing off a particularly annoying handyman, paired with his tinny and staticky vocoder he sounded like the stormtroopers that always thanked her when she turned in a bullshit tip while she was a rebel.

It was degrading and insulting, nothing like when Mando thanked her. His voice was always warm and he always meant what he said. Kaiyah wished more people in the galaxy were like him.

“Kaiyah Isabeth Awaud! Where have you been? Do you know how worried we all were?” Nejaa nearly screamed as they jumped from one of the seats in their granddaughter’s karyai.

Kaiyah cringed as she heard her middle name drop. It was only used in the worst situations, like this one, she supposed. Placing her helmet on the side table by the door, she strode through the rest of the house shucking her armor. “Dantooine. Harbinger had a job, I took it. It’s not a big deal,” Kaiyah shrugged as she set the pieces on her counter and pulled out cleaning supplies.

“It is a big deal, no one knew where you were-“

Kaiyah tuned out the tirade, she had heard enough of them. Accountability was important, they needed to know where people were in case there was an all-hands-on-deck emergency. Blah, blah. She knew. Wiping down the metal her thoughts turned back to the possible assassination.

Maybe the Kiffar was too close to something, knew something that someone (namely Harbinger, he was her only suspect at the time) deemed they shouldn’t. Kaiyah thought of the only thing no one in town knew about and interrupted her ba’buir, “What’s Harbinger clearing the forest for?”

Nejaa look affronted at being cut off and sputtered at the shift in conversation, “I don’t know. Nobody does, but I assume it’s for more training ground. It wouldn’t do any good to remodel Arumorut proper.”

Nodding, Kaiyah twisted it back and forth in her head, one on hand it wouldn’t. Move or demo all the houses and put them where? In the field, so you can move them back? On the other hand, it was Harbinger, he would do something so asinine. “Do you know where he hung out in the galaxy? He’s your nephew after all,” Kaiyah grunted as she scrubbed at a stain.

“Nathan didn’t say anything to me. Excited to see his youngest come home with a wife, all he could talk about was how he was beating me in the grandchildren department. How he’s claiming to have twenty I have no clue,” Nejaa swatted Kaiyah away and picked up a different solution, pouring it directly on the hal’cabur and letting it soak there. “Why?”

“The job I did for Harbinger, he said it was underworld and that there wasn’t a puck. I figured it was another hunter. Someone that no one wanted to admit they had a bounty on, you know? I don’t think it was. They weren’t a slave, I checked, but they said ‘at least he can’t get me now’,” Kaiyah picked at something on her nails. Avoiding her ba’buir’s eye line she finally whispered, “Did I just kill someone for Harbinger?”

“Fob or directions?”

“Fob.”

“Then probably not. Fobs come from Guild work, I think. If your that paranoid about it you should ask your beroya,” Nejaa jabbed. Turning to the stained chest plate, they wiped the stain off without effort and moved on to the vambraces, dismantling them before scrubbing between the buttons with a toothbrush.

“Mando isn’t my beroya,” Kaiyah muttered and walked into the kitchen as she felt the heat rise on her neck.

“Yet he’s the only one you respect enough to call ‘Mando’. He asked about you, you know. Wondered where you were and if we’d seen you around. Wasn’t very sly about it, honestly,” Nejaa opted to leave out the three in the morning spiral he sent them all into when he stormed nearly every Awaud house in search of her. It wasn’t their place to tell Kaiyah, even if they wanted to.

Not everyone agreed - when could Mandalorians agree on anything was the question - but Nejaa thought that love was a choice. A series of choices, choosing that person over and over even when it was hard. Loving someone didn’t mean that the couple would never struggle, it meant choosing and staying. Since Mandalorians married forever, it was important to Nejaa that even though the Ka'ra picked every Mandalorian's soulmate, they all got the choice to stay, even Nejaa.

They had never had a formal divorce from their partner, even when the two separated. It was surprisingly amicable, especially since Nejaa got to keep Kai. They both knew what was going to happen on Concord Dawn, they knew what Death Watch was planning. Nejaa couldn't stay somewhere just to die and their partner was tired of fighting.

In all, they thought that forcing two people together was never going to work because it wasn’t a choice at that point. The couple would just go through the motions until death or hatred and they wouldn’t want that for anyone.

Nejaa would never say anything, even if Kaiyah and Mando didn’t end up together like the Ka’ra thought they should be. The two had to make that choice together. Would they and could they follow each other to the ends of the galaxy?

Kaiyah figured it was best to let everyone ream her at once. If Ba’buir was that upset about her disappearance, chances were everyone else was too. It was the first rule of Mando school: don’t go off on your own, you or someone else could die.

Tann would never admit to it but she thought that when Kaiyah was gone for a week and a half that her aunt died. Kaiyah let her get in a solid punch. Dagon guilt-tripped her about it all since he couldn’t throw a punch and his sister-in-law would never let him. Ro teased her about Mando some more, “Nearly busted my door down trying to find you. You would think he lost something important.”

Kai gave her the best-disappointed look he could muster under his circumstances. It felt like everything took more energy than it should, the only reason he mustered up the strength to get himself out of bed every morning was that Kaiyah would force him if he didn’t. Between the routine his daughter and buir set up he now puttered around his house, mostly in suspense of a surprise visit from one of them. He swore to the manda they traded days since the two of them never showed up on the same day.

To make her disappearance right, Kaiyah was pressured into multiple rounds of cu'bikad by Tann and her brothers. At the kitchen table and away from prying ears, Nejaa and Ro filled Kai in on what had happened, Dagon had already known due to being nosy and worried about his husband’s midnight activities. The Zabrak was under the impression that they should up the pressure, force them to be around each other until one of them finally gave in.

In Dagon’s mind, Mando had already let Kaiyah know he trusted her implicitly, children were guarded very carefully and not just anyone was allowed to handle them. In addition to that, the tribe he was a part of was very closed off, they were secretive about their families and tried their best to remain as impassive and unapproachable as possible. Dagon was able to crack some of their shells by charisma alone, but it begged the question: why would Mando leave his child with someone who wasn’t one of his people?

Nejaa and Ro immediately vetoed it. Nejaa for their personal reasons and Ro brought up the fact that if anyone had forced the two of them to date it would have ended in disaster. As Kai listened he decided he was on the side of leaving them be. He was proud of his daughter finding her soulmate (kind of, technically Mando was the only one who knew) and was excited for Kaiyah to start that part of her life but not at the expense of her resenting them. If the Ka’ra wanted them to be together, they would figure out.

As Kaiyah played with the kids she spiraled about her missions lately. Ryloth and now Dantooine had ended in disaster by her standards. She still hadn’t told her father about Cerna and at this point, she wasn’t sure she should. It had been six weeks. What if he hated her now?

The Awauds believed that no one truly died as a Mandalorian because people remembered them and Kai clung to that belief with Ilyah. When Dagon and Ro named one of their sons after her, using her old clan name as Ellis's birth name, the man sobbed openly. Talking about her made the tension leave his body and the rest of the Awauds tried their best to remember new things about her; favorite jokes, food, scents. Anything to keep Ilyah 'alive'.

So, to Kaiyah, it felt like it didn't matter if the old rebel captain was saying all those things. It was a moment of weakness that cost her mother part of her soul and no one could forgive that, especially not her father. Ilyah was half of Kai and that was proven when she took half of him with her.

It was a subject that was tiptoed around, no one had the vocabulary to talk about it. It was labeled as “the accident” or just plainly “well, you know”. On top of that was Kai’s behavior afterward. Was this something that happened to every Mandalorian or just those that were lost violently? Was Kai and Ilyah’s bond stronger somehow? There wasn’t a way to talk about the accident without talking about Ilyah so nothing was ever said and now Kaiyah didn’t know how to approach this new territory.

As the night started to wind down and the rest of the Awauds made their way home, Kai and Kaiyah were eventually the only ones left. Manda seemed to have made the decision for her and figuring it was now or never, Kaiyah sat next to her father at the table, on his right side like always. Kai perked up slightly, his kids still came to him for advice every once in a while. Mostly just talking things out and coming to their decisions on their own and he expected some exasperation at the family, maybe now that his daughter had a soulmate some advice that he could help with.

“I killed Cerna. On the Ryloth mission.”

That was not something he ever expected to hear. Cerna? Their old captain, Ilyah’s best friend, hells at one point they even made her Kaiyah and Ro’s godmother. That Cerna was on Ryloth? It made no sense. Cerna was New Republic and had no business being on the Outer Rim, he had been keeping tabs on her after the Awauds left the Rebellion.

Kai’s dark eyes bounced around his daughter’s face, looking for something- anything -to tell him that this wasn’t true. Maybe Kaiyah had just killed someone that looked like Cerna. That had to be it because if Cerna was gone then the only people who could remember Ilyah properly were the Awauds.

“She was the slaver. I tried, buir, I really did. She wouldn’t tell me it was a mistake or listen to me at all. She-she just started saying the worst things. About everyone. I-I don’t know what happened, I don’t know how she ended up there. All she said was that the New Republic was awful and that the kids were good slaves beca-because they’re Trandoshans. Told me your speeches were bullshit and buir was always meant,” Kaiyah swallowed ache in her chest. She could do this. She could look her father in the eye and tell him why she killed his friend.

Kaiyah continued, trying her best to blink back the tears that were threatening their arrival, “Buir was always meant to die.” She decided to change the wording at the last minute. No one needed to relive the worst moments of their life. Ilyah’s freighter being shot down by anti-air cannons was certainly Kai’s.

Her father never really emoted normally, Kaiyah knew that. It was a lot of blank stares, sometimes the family could use his body language as a cue, but more often than not it was just guessing. Now though, Kai looked like rage. His heavy brows were drawn down and in, jaw clenching so hard veins in his face bulged out. His eyes were hard and cold and a very different kind of empty at this moment. Like he had to wipe away the fact that his daughter was sitting across from him.

Taking a shaky breath in, the tears weighing down her eyelashes starting to escape as Kaiyah tried to apologize, “It’s no excuse. I know. I-I should have been better. I... Ni ceta, buir. Ni ceta.” She just kept repeating the apology, hoping that somehow Kai would understand. She knew what she did and it felt like she had personally killed her mom as she looked at her dad, unwavering in his seat. The disappointed anger was palpable.

Kai stared at his daughter, trying so hard not to cry under the weight of his stare. She wasn't successful, not by a long shot, but she was trying and it ripped Kai in two. He spent so much time in his head that people would think he had everything figured out by now. And sure, he used to be able to fib his way through it, act like he knew what to do, but could he pretend to forgive this?

There was one less piece of Ilyah in the galaxy now and it was Kaiyah’s fault. Could he ever look at his daughter again knowing this? No matter what Cerna said she was remembering his wife and that was better than no one remembering her at all. To Kai, it was a day too soon approaching now, that one day no one would know Ilyah and everything she did. Realization dawned on him that no one would ever know her, not as he did, and it broke his heart all over again. No one knew her anymore. No one knew tor'ika, not anymore.

When the silence went on for too long Kaiyah got the message. Her buir was upset and rightfully so. Kaiyah was just one more thing to add to his list of disappointments. Scrubbing her face in an attempt to get rid of the sticky feeling of the tears left behind, she stood, “For what it’s worth, buir, I meant it. Ni ceta.”

Kai didn't even hear the door as it closed, barely saw his daughter leave his house. Ilyah was always better at this parenting stuff. She was fun and supportive, going above and beyond for their children and their interests, and always knew what the right answer was, especially when it came to the creed. She was the one that instilled the sense of justice in their children, to Ilyah manda meant guardian. This larger-than-life sense of passion and duty. She only ever gave one speech in her life and it was to the kids right before their Verd'gotens.

"To be a Mandalorian means you have the knowledge and capabilities to do the right thing, no matter the cost. It is your responsibility when you swear this creed to do that. Do you understand? That everything we trained you to do is to not only take care of us and each other as aliit but those who need it. If you two decide to swear to manda that you are strong enough to do this you not only become warriors but stewards to this way of life. Champions to no one and protector of everyone. You don't do it for the recognition or the fear that comes with the mantle you will carry. You do it because you heard the call and are answering it."

Kai hadn't known until that moment what being The Way meant to Ilyah and the intensity that she felt for it. That it was important for her children not just to be good warriors or kind people, but honorable Mandalorians. He felt like he was at an impasse because technically, Kaiyah had done the right thing. Ilyah would have been proud of their daughter for doing everything she was supposed to. She not only protected her family, she defended children too. It was what the Mandalorian Ilyah raised would do. It was no different than when she mauled Harbinger.

But this right thing had the wrong consequences. There were so few people left to talk about Ilyah that it was a crime to wipe that out. It was a good thing that was bad. Again, Kai was left asking himself could a bad thing and the right decision exist?

Not the first time, he wished that he was on that stupid freighter. Ilyah wouldn’t have let any of this happen. She would have least said something, no, no. She would have said the right thing.

Kai ran his fingers through his hair, stressed for the first time in years. It wasn't a feeling he liked. The pit that writhed in his stomach like a snake nest, making him relive all of his worst decisions and dark thoughts. A tapping sound on the front room window had Kai jerking his head up. Was it Kaiyah? Did she come back? Could he show her that he wasn't mad, just so confused?

A black glove knocked on the window, a smile peeked out from the corner. Thin lips, sharp and wicked pulled in an all-knowing grin. Almond eyes crinkled in smugness looked right through the distraught man at the table.

Ilyah.

It couldn't be. Not now. Not after this many years. Kai grimaced to himself. He thought he was over this. He saw her so many times after her death, thinking that Ilyah hadn't truly died, it was just a nightmare, only to be plunged back into the real world where she had.

The figment of his imagination knocked again. Louder and clearer this time. Kai squeezed his eyes shut. Covered his ears.

No. No. No. Please, not now.

It was incessant. Sharper, repetitive. It wouldn't stop. He could feel it in his heart. Hear it in his blood. It was unending.

He had to get it to stop. How did he get it to stop? What did buir say? Face it down and show it it's not real? He could do that.

Ripping the front door open, Kai wildly turned on his porch. Ilyah was standing at the end of the street, helmetless but armored. Her pauldrons winged out from her shoulders making her look so much bigger than he knew she was. While she didn't enjoy being a 'feared warrior' she leaned into the stereotype. Said making her opponents shit their pants was the easiest way to win.

Ilyah gestured Kai closer, "Catch me if you can." She takes off running. Down the street and into the town center and Kai doesn't think twice about his decision. Their part of town is empty, everyone in their homes tucked away. No distractions. No trip-ups.

He nearly touches her, catching the top pauldron because grabbing the kama didn't count. Ilyah disappears. Reappears five feet away, diagonally.

Kai can’t stop. Not now. Not when he’s so close. He can hear her, he swears it. Ilyah laughs, a tinkling bell kind of sound, “You’ll have to be quicker than that, alor.” Closer to town now, Kai is forced to duck in between people and vendors. He doesn’t hear the shouts, doesn’t see the shock. He can smell her, the lotion she uses is minty and medicinal. Twisting into an alley, he trips over himself in his haste. He can’t lose her. Not again.

Kai stops. He’s lost in the alley, an alley he doesn’t recognize. He turns.

To his right, like he’s clearing a blind spot.

One hundred and eighty, he’s watching his six.

To his left, nothing.

Facing three hundred and sixty, he catches a glimpse of her kama, now Kaiyah’s, fluttering behind a crate.

He takes off in a sprint again, his chest is tight, pulling in ways he didn’t know it could anymore. Kai passes through a haze of jogan pie and gags. Ilyah couldn’t stand the fruit, would claim she was allergic just to get away from it.

He’s in the town square, he thinks. He doesn’t know how he got there, it’s loud. So loud. He can’t hear her anymore. He doesn’t see her anymore. Her lotion has faded into the background and he's spinning trying to find it again. It’s the damn jogan fruit. It upset her. It made her leave.

Kai collides with something, heavy and metallic. The blank T-Visor of an unpainted beskar helmet cocks to the side like an interested owl.

He sees her, over the Mandalorian’s shoulder.

Ilyah.

He found her.

Finally.

She’s pointing at the Mandalorian, mouth carved in a wicked gleam.

He understands.

Kai clasped his hand around the man’s shoulder like he used to do when Ro was small, “You’ll be okay. It will all be how it’s supposed to.”

Brushing by the man, Kai followed his wife home.

Finding Mando was a lot harder than Kaiyah originally anticipated. Usually, she could just find him at home or if she was lucky around town somewhere. This morning, it appeared, luck was not on her side. Not that it ever really had been, Kaiyah thought to herself bitterly. Luck wasn’t for her, even if her armor donned the color. The purple accents were mostly a bitter commentary on the fact that more often than not she just… got lucky.

Kaiyah got lucky when she didn’t die in the explosion that killed her mother, she got lucky with the jobs she took, not every Mando’ade was able to do what she did, most taking on jobs to feed their clan the best they could. Living amongst other Mandalorians, even. Knowing she had a home in a galaxy where most people didn’t. Her entire life she had scraped by on the fact that she had gotten lucky. It seemed though that that luck had finally run out.

It was stupid to tell Kai-buir what had happened on Ryloth and it had been so long that now it looked like she had been actively trying to hide it. The luck that webbed Kaiyah’s life together like spider silk had been swiped through when she opened her big, fat mouth over the situation.

Of course, your luck doesn’t extend that far, di’kut. You wanna test fate you jump off a building, not ruin what’s left of your father’s half-life.

Kaiyah was new to guilt, she hadn’t dealt with a lot of it over the years. The things she did were things that she needed to do to survive. To protect. To serve. She could squint and turn her head at a lot of the Maker-awful things she had done and say it was for the greater good. Live her life with the knowledge she had done the right things and not war crimes.

She thought that maybe, possibly, hopefully, she could mirror her buir. See how to navigate this sticky tar-like feeling that was pulling her down and have some kind of help. Confide things to her father again, like the family they used to be. Kaiyah should have started with Harbinger. That’s why she was looking for Mando after all.

The nagging thought hadn’t left her, even after talking to Ba'buir, that maybe Harbinger had taken a bounty out on someone and she had unknowingly committed an assassination. It wasn’t like that would be her first one, not by long shot, but her cousin could have just asked instead of this wild goose chase.

Wandering up and down Arumorut, stewing in her head, Kaiyah kept an eye out for the beskar wall of a man. Mando was a rare breed, the focal point of any room when he wanted to be, or a wisp of blaster smoke that quickly faded into the background. Kaiyah could be looking right at him and not know Mando was there until he wanted her to know. It had happened before and she desperately hoped he wasn’t trying to use against her again.

Tann had wanted to learn more about swordplay, hoping to pick up the skill that not only her ba’vodu used, but her Ba’buir Ilyah too. Of course, Ilyah could also use a blaster, where Kaiyah could not. They just never seemed to work for her, jamming the second she put her hand to one or smoking out of places they shouldn’t be.

Because Ro wasn’t as good a swordsman as his sister, he volunteered her for the training, which hadn’t been a problem until Kaiyah had gone to pick up Tann from school. Arumorut education was different from the rest of the galaxy, every parent volunteered time to teach something to the children that wasn’t Mandalorian related since that training was handled by the parents. Unaware that Mando had been teaching that day - she hadn’t seen him in the schoolyard where children were being picked up or inside the classroom when she had peeked in impatiently - Kaiyah let her niece run her mouth a little too loudly and a little too long.

“Look! Look, Kaiyah! Your boyfriend brought paper today, can you believe it? I didn’t know paper still existed,” Tann gushed over the project, holding it just out of her aunt’s hands for the sake of its integrity.

“He’s not my boyfriend. Stop letting your Edalinare put worms in your ears,” Kaiyah rolled her eyes in a huff.

When her view finally got straightened out again, there Mando was. Leaning back on the door frame not ten feet away, fingers tucked in his belt loops and ankles crossed looking the perfect image of ease as his T-Visor was staring right at the two Awauds, he knew exactly what Tann was saying. Kaiyah swore he wasn’t there before, he hadn’t been there the entire time, she would have known. At least, she hoped she would have.

“Come on, he is too! Buir told-“

“Tann, I love you, please stop talking,” Kaiyah whisper-pleaded, her voice nearly an octave higher out of embarrassment as she pushed the pre-teen away from the schoolhouse.

Keeping that memory at the forefront of her mind, Kaiyah made sure to double-check every glance for the silver Mandalorian. She had almost made a complete circuit of the town, ending up by The Covert’s edge next to the docks when she found him, a bag slung over his broad shoulders and hands full of supplies with the cradle floating a step behind him.

“Mando! Wait up,” Kaiyah called out, jogging up next to him. He didn’t wait for her, in fact, Din nearly tore out of the town like a bat of hell.

“Long hunt?” she tried asking conversationally, waving to his things.

Din grunted, giving his best attempt at a nonanswer. This wasn’t supposed to happen, he planned to avoid her.

“You could always leave him here, I wouldn’t mind watching him again,” Kaiyah offered. Honestly, Vor’ika was probably the best baby she had taken care of in years. Slept through the night, ate well, whatever Mando was doing was working.

“That’s not necessary,” Din said, nearing running speed, hoping she would get the message. He did not want to have the conversation she wanted to have.

“Oh, okay. I just had a quick question for you-”

Din groaned. He was so close to getting out of here, away from this soulmate nonsense. Even Paz was drinking the crazy punch, asking Din if he should talk to Dagon about setting him up and finding that special someone. It was insane, truthfully. No matter how much the town tried to convince him otherwise, no matter how he might have felt about Kaiyah, his attitude remained the same. People weren’t puzzles, they were born complete, no need to force two people together because of a myth.

“Am I bothering you, Mando? Because you can just say so,” Kaiyah didn’t expect the insecurity that peeked through the question. She was a grown woman, a Mandalorian, men shouldn’t make her feel fragile.

Din cursed himself at the sound of her voice. He was being rude. Not only that, he was being rude to the only person in town that actively sought him out. Not the kid, him. Din. If it was a soulmate thing he would just deflect. He could do that, it's not like he would be coming back here anytime soon. Forcing himself to slow down, he answered her question, “No, you’re not. I apologize."

Going through all the ways she could kill a man as a pep talk, Kaiyah tried again. “I had a question about fobs, I got back from a job recently that didn’t have a puck but had a fob. Is that a Guild thing or an anyone thing?”

“More often than not it’s Guild work, but it depends. What was the job?” Based on her question, it felt like Kaiyah didn’t work in the Guild often so Din didn’t feel too bad about breaking any rules. It wasn’t like Karga was around to stop him.

“Assassination, I think. Harbinger wanted proof of death.”

Din hummed to himself. Anyone with a chain code could have a fob, pucks were mostly rap sheets with a last known to get you close enough to let the fob work. Running through all the other work he had done was hard, it mostly blurred together. The only job he had ever taken without a puck was the kid’s, even with Ran there were schematics and a plan.

“Did Harbinger tell you last known?”

“Dantooine, why?”

Now it made sense why she was gone so long. Dantooine was on the other side of the Outer Rim, it took her days to get there and back. “More likely than not he got the fob from the crime lord who wanted a message sent. Don’t worry about it,” trudging back up the foothill Din thought the conversation was over.

“The quarry just said something weird at the end. ‘Now he can’t get me’. If you’re right someone put the fear of The Maker into that Kiffar,” Kaiyah muttered as she trailed behind him.

“Crime bosses thrive on fear. Don’t think too much about it. That’s what Harbinger wants.”

“How do you know?” she asked.

“Because he seems like the type of jackass to do that sort of thing,” Din responded right back. The Crest was in sight, he could finally get back to what The Armorer quested him with and away from whatever was going on here.

Kaiyah looked up at the gunship, it was old. Old, old. Like, The Rebellion would have used this in the war kind of old. Watching as Mando walked up the ramp, she was struck with a sort of longing. There wasn’t anything here left for her. Harbinger was running town better than she ever had, her father didn’t want her around, Ba’buir Nejaa was fully retired, and Ro had a family to take care of, he didn’t need to babysit his sister until she got her life together. It was like all the ties and things she could think to stay here for didn’t exist anymore.

Mando had it good in Kaiyah’s eyes, a job that he couldn’t be ousted from, no ties to anyone but Vor’ika. He could just up and leave whenever he wanted and she wanted that too. Traveling wherever she wanted, making her own money, and taking care of people she wanted to, that sounded like the dream.

Feeling brave, Kaiyah shouted to Mando again, “Got room for one more?”

It had been weeks of searching. Nobody could find him. It was like the old chieftain just disappeared. Ro had forced the search radius to its limits, there were only so many days a person could go without food. All of Arumorut poured out into the forest, every able-bodied individual combed through the forests, mapped out river flow, time seemed to stop in the settlement as they searched for Kai Awaud.

The last accounts of him have people stating he was feral, running through the streets until they lost sight of him.

A wake was held, a ceremonial pyre burning for the lost alor.

Kai wouldn’t say he’s lost now. Not anymore. He knows where he is.

Home.

Among the stars.

Translations & Lore (in order of apperance):

Beroya: bounty hunter

Ba’buir: grandparent

Karyai: living room

Hal’cabur: chest plate

Alor: leader

Ka’ra: stars, myth of the council of kings that guide Mandalorians. In this AU they are also the people who decide soulmates.

Buir: parent

Manda: heaven, collective soul, and guardian.

Kai-buir: masc parents were usually three letters and then ‘buir’. Femme or single parents were usually just ‘buir’.

Cubikahd or cu'bikad: In canon, basically chess with knives. Sabine and Fenn Rau play it in Rebels, according to Wookiepedia it’s played on a hologram where two players gets four knife pieces on a cube board with the objective of capturing the other players pieces. In Legends and on the Mando’a website it’s played on a checkered board with up to four players and they use real knives. A mishmash of darts, chess, and ludo it’s seen as a rough game that non-Mandalorians should not play. I liked the Legend aspect better mostly because I feel like we have too much holochess in Star Wars and Mandalorians are the CEOs of Doing The Most.

Ni ceta: groveling apology, extremely rare.

Tor’ika: Little justice. Kai’s nickname for Ilyah since her armor was the color for it.

Aliit: family, clan

Mando’ade: children of Mandalore, Mandalorians.

Di’kut: idiot

Ba’vodu: Aunt/Uncle

Edalinare: Zabraki, family

Vor’ika: Little green

Extended Author's Note:

Kai and Ilyah hold a very special place in my heart, Ilyah was actually the mock up for Kaiyah before I decided that she would be too intense for someone like Din. I then made up Kai, someone to mellow her out just a little as two side OCs in this AU I really had no plans for. I was going to start from scratch and create a Mando that would fit better with our resident space dad, but I couldn't get away from these two. I ended up writing their entire story, from birth to falling in love to death before I even touched Mar'eyce. They were my first OCs ever, actually, and I'm sad to see them go. For now. I do intend on editing and posting their story after I'm finished here (if I ever get finished here. We'll see how S3 of Mando goes). I know that posting that end bit about Kai doesn't really make sense in the scheme of things for this fic and it was hard to flesh them out when they were both at the ends of their story but I felt that Kai and Ilyah deserved their own 'soft epilogue' and it fit right here.

Thank you for bearing with me,

Elle 🧡

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