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Cedric of Clan Taun
Cedric is Vincent's son and Sam's grandson. With the exception of his overly-large claw size, he takes after his mother. Although he was born into clan Taun, he is a pacifist, and does his best to avoid conflict of any sort. Despite his young age, he hopes to some day become a professor at SAIA, focusing specifically on teaching newly-awakened Cubi to control their emotions. To this end, he is a devoted student of all emotion-related classes at the academy, from mind filters to learning how to discern a Cubi's emotional affiliation. His hobbies include baking and flower arrangement. Being a "true omnivore" breed of mythos, he sometimes combines the two, coming up with concoctions like three-color-tulip cupcakes and prize-rose brownies (including thorns). The markings on Cedric's back mirror the markings on his front, only expanded. As such, the markings visible on his head, shoulders, and tail in this picture are actually all connected. Also, those aren't his pupils (he doesn't have any), they're light reflections.
BONUS!
I created Cedric by poll, and was able to create the other options during the time the polls took to run
#dmfa#endless nonsense#cassi art#wings#demon wings#head wings#six eyes#claws#clan taun#green eyes#blep
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Mand'alor the Pretender, Mand'alor the Resurgent: Boba Fett as the Leader of the Mandalorians in the Expanded Universe
Hello everyone! It's Syn with yet another Expanded Universe deep-dive, this time into the reign of Boba Fett as Mand'alor as portrayed in Boba Fett: A Practical Man and throughout the Legacy of the Force series of novels. Fett was indeed made Mand'alor some decades after the events of the Original Trilogy and this post will examine how he became ruler, his actions as leader, and how his reign connects with Mandalorian mythology regarding the relationship between Mandalore the planet and Mand'alor the ruler. I hope you enjoy!
Heir of the True Mandalorians
To understand how Boba Fett became Mand'alor, it's important to first understand his family background. Indeed, Boba was not the first Fett to be named Mand'alor; his father, Jango, also held the title during the tumultuous Mandalorian Civil War. Specifically, Jango served as the Mand'alor of the True Mandalorians, or Haat Mando'ade, a Mandalorian faction established by reformer Jaster Mereel that emphasized honorable conduct and strong community bonds. They were opposed in the civil war by the Death Watch, or Kyr'tsad, a Mandalorian splinter group that espoused ideals of Mandalorian supremacy and rule by brutality. The True Mandalorians would later be massacred by the Jedi in the Battle of Galidraan, and Jango, the sole survivor, would largely withdraw from Mandalorian society and quietly abdicate his claim as Mand'alor.
Despite their relatively short span of existence in Mandalorian history, the True Mandalorians had an outsized effect on Mandalorian cultural identity, with many Mandalorians adopting their tenets and valorizing their struggle against both Death Watch and the Jedi. Furthermore, as Mandalorian society became more suppressed and scattered following the Imperial occupation of Mandalore during the Galactic Civil War, some looked to the history of the True Mandalorians as a source of national pride and a symbol of renewed Mandalorian unity and prestige.
One such believer in the True Mandalorian cause was Fenn Shysa, who served as Mand'alor during and after the Imperial occupation of Mandalore. Widely adored for his charm and affability, Shysa nonetheless was determined to see the true heir of the Haat Mando'ade take the throne: none other than Boba Fett. Despite Boba's status as a Mandalorian being contested by many clans due to what was perceived as his dishonorable behavior, failure to uphold the Resol'nare, and the fact that he'd never completed his verd'goten due to his father's premature death, Shysa believed that Boba could serve as a powerful symbol for both the scattered Mandalorian people and the rest of the galaxy as both the heir to the True Mandalorian cause and a notorious warrior the galaxy-over.
Unfortunately for Shysa, Boba had no interest in taking up the mantle of Mand'alor. In light of Boba's unwillingness, Shysa pursued other leads for potential heirs of the True Mandalorian title, including Jango's sister Arla (who unfortunately had been rendered mentally unfit after her prolonged and torturous captivity under the Death Watch) and even one of Jango's clones, Spar, whom Shysa may or may not have presented to the galaxy as Boba Fett himself.
Yet, Shysa would eventually get his wish, though at a very high price. With a bounty placed on his head by Boba's former tutor, the Kaminoan Taun We, Shysa would come face-to-face with Boba himself on the planet Shogun. Despite being hired to kill Shysa, Boba would, due to events that are never fully explained, end up on the same side as him against an attack of Sevvet mercenaries. With the two of them overpowered, Shysa sacrificed his life to protect Boba and ordered Boba to kill him and take his place as Mand'alor. Indebted to Shysa for saving his life and unwilling to let him fall into the hands of the notoriously sadistic Sevvets, Boba would honor both of Shysa's requests.
Though it cost him his life, Shysa would see his ambition through in the end: the heir of Jango Fett now held the title of Mand'alor.
The Pretender Years: Mandalorian Deception During of the Yuuzhan Vong War
Boba's first test as Mand'alor would come fairly soon after he had taken power: an invasion by an extragalactic army known as the Yuuzhan Vong. These invaders intended to conquer the galaxy and either destroy, convert, or enslave all sentient life within it—but to do this effectively, they needed help. Namely, they needed denizens of their target galaxy to help them gather intelligence and do sensitive infiltration work that they themselves would be unable to carry out. For this, they approached a peoples whom they had found to be notorious for their mercenary natures, led by a man equally notorious for working with the worst of the worst: the Mandalorians and their Mand'alor Boba Fett.
While meeting with Boba and his second-in-command, Goran Beviin, aboard one of their ships, the Yuuzhan Vong commander Nom Anor presented their terms: work for the Yuuzhan Vong or be exterminated. Anor also made sure to present Boba and Beviin with two prisoners they had already taken, a Human and a Twi'lek male, outfitted with gruesome, surgically-implanted torture devices to demonstrate what would be in store for their people should they resist.
Deciding then and there that he despised the Yuuzhan Vong and that he'd do whatever was necessary to destroy them, Boba feigned indifference and, much to Anor's surprise, demanded a higher price: amnesty to the entire Mandalore sector, both during and after the invasion. Finding himself unable to sway Boba despite his repeated threats, Anor eventually agreed to the deal, buying Boba and Beviin much-needed time to prepare the Mandalorian people for their great deception.
The Mandalorian people would pretend to be traitors to their galaxy, serving the Yuuzhan Vong as spies and mercenaries—and all the while, they would sabotage the Yuuzhan Vong and funnel intelligence regarding their movements and tactics to New Republic command.
Under Boba, the Mandalorians would keep up this facade for much of the war, their intelligence proving instrumental in combating the invaders even while much of the galaxy believed them to be conspirators with the Yuuzhan Vong. Only towards the end of the war did their deception become known to the Vong, who responded with vicious, razed-earth attacks on the planet of Mandalore, not only killing its people but also carpet-bombing much of the planet's surface and poisoning the soil in an effort to render the planet uninhabitable.
Despite the heavy toll taken by the Mandalorians during the war, with their help, the galaxy was able to turn back the Yuuzhan Vong invasion and emerge victorious—though the challenges facing Mandalore and its people were still far from over.
Mandalore Resurgent: Post-War Aftermath and Policies
Following the war against the Yuuzhan Vong, Mandalore would find itself in a precarious position. With a third of its population destroyed, its industrial infrastructure in shambles, and much of its arable land poisoned, it was unclear whether the planet could even support its surviving clans. In addition, the Mandalorian deception that had proved so instrumental in turning the tide against the Yuuzhan Vong had worked a little too well; most of the galaxy still viewed the Mandalorians as traitors who had only turned against their Yuuzhan Vong handlers at the last minute. As a result, Mandalore was offered no aid whatsoever from the Galactic Alliance (formerly the New Republic) following the war in spite of the planet's dire straits.
Faced with these circumstances, Mand'alor Boba Fett pursued policies focusing on the internal restoration of Mandalore, including:
An immediate order for two million Mandalorians living in diaspora to return to Mandalore to help rebuild the planet. All returning Mandalorians were eligible receive an allotment of land, provided they agreed to restore it. Boba knew this was possible because he had seen Beviin, a farmer by trade, restore the land on his own farm.
Mandalore's official neutrality in the ongoing civil war between the Galactic Alliance and the Corellian Confederation. Individual Mandalorians were free to offer their mercenary services to whichever side they wished, but it was to be understood that Mandalore itself had no official involvement in the dispute.
The increased importation of food to Mandalore to feed the population until such a time that the planet's farming and infrastructure could sustain itself once more. Both Fett himself and the chief of MandalMotors would donate heavily to pay for these imports.
In addition to these policies, Mandalore would also benefit from a lucky break discovered more than a decade after the end of the Yuuzhan Vong war: a massive motherlode of beskar unearthed by the Yuuzhan Vong's extensive bombing of the planet. This discovery was extremely significant following the Imperial occupation of Mandalore, as it was believed that the Empire had completely strip-mined the planet bare of its beskar deposits. With both sides of the galaxy's newest civil war scrambling for weapons and armor, this newly discovered beskar would prove a massive economic windfall for the struggling Mandalorians, and also serve as the catalyst for MandalMotors creating the first-ever beskar-plated starfighter, the Bes'uliik.
Mirrored Destinies: Connection to Mandalorian Mythology
As an ending note to this lore post, I'd like to share a piece of Mandalorian mythology and how we see it exemplified in Boba's rule as Mand'alor. According to this belief, the fate of Mand'alor the leader and Mandalore the planet are inextricably tied; the two are synonymous to the point where, if something happens to one, whether for good or ill, one expects to see it reflected in the other. And this is absolutely the case in Boba's story.
Consider: when Boba first becomes Mand'alor, he finds himself leading a planet still recovering from Imperial rule. It is largely believed to have been robbed of its defining resource, its beskar, and thus, its soul has been stolen. Similarly, Fett himself is perceived to have "sold his soul" to the Imperials. He is the heir of the Haat Mando'ade, someone who is meant to embody the Mandalorian ideal as expressed by his grandfather Jaster Mereel, but that hope for him appears to have been in vain. He is isolated from the Mandalorians and has spent much of the past few decades at the beck and call of their enemies. He, like Mandalore, has enriched the Empire at the expense of his people.
Then, the Yuuzhan Vong War happens. Mandalore the planet is poisoned and no longer self-sustaining. Coincidentally, soon after the end of the war, Fett finds out that he is dying of a terminal genetic illness due to his cloned DNA. Both he and Mandalore are dying together.
But he doesn't go down without a fight. He learns to rely on others, such as Beviin, Mirta, and the other Mandalorians. With them, he is able to find a cure and begin the process of recovery. And, just like its Mand'alor, Mandalore is able to come back from the brink by the same means. It needs others to care for it, to restore it. Only then can it become a viable homeland once more.
Finally, after all that misfortune and suffering—because of the misfortune and suffering—both the planet and the man are revealed to not be so bereft and without soul as originally thought. In the crater of Yuuzhan Vong desolation, a new motherlode of beskar is found. In the midst of illness, war, and grief, something like a true Mandalorian is found—someone who cares for his people, his clan, and his planet. Both Mand'alor and Mandalore thus go through an arc of loss, desolation, interdependence with others, and finally, resurgence and rebirth. In this way, Boba Fett embodies the myth of the inextricable connection between Mandalore the planet and Mand'alor the man.
#boba fett#boba fett meta#star wars#star wars meta#mandalorians#mandalorian meta#sweu#star wars expanded universe#REJOICE!! OVERLY-LONG LORE POST BE UPON THEE!!#this was originally just gonna be the last section about how boba and the planet mandalore have similar arcs but#i could not stop myself from adding more context
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4: Bonus if they kinda do disturbingly look like they have some some of a, say, major substance abuse issue
6: … 👀
8+19: Go ahead. Nerd on.
9: *happy baby yoda sounds*
24: Don’t cheat and pick a shapeshifter. 👁 👁
27: … including the ones that got marbled or scrambled in the meantime. 😔
30: Go ham fam.
40: I’m actually curious. 👀
4. Favourite character from original trilogy?
I have a few favourites!
Luke. At first, I was just like 'Ok, nice guy', when I was myself a little girl and didn't quite fully understand the whole story. But I grew to love him a little more each time I watched the films and started to understand him better, as I was myself growing up.
Leia. She's head-strong, reliable, courageous and speaks her mind. She was right in the alley of characters like Xena, Sam Carter, Sidney Fox, Scully… and that I loved so much.
Lando. I was genuinely shocked when he betrays Leia, Han and Chewie the very first time I saw the film as a child!! I was very confused and sad… but I also felt all the more relieved when he finally gets back on their side before the end! 🤣
…and Larry Obi-Wan, of course!
6. Do you have any ships?
I'd love to fly a light freighter or a gunship like Din's. I'm not quite sure I'd feel comfortable flying a starfighter like a X-Wing or TIE. Powerful and efficient but a little too claustrophobic to my taste, sadly… I like to be able to walk in my ship, change decks and store shit in it you see?
Ah… You meant another kind of ship, right? Ok, I like Leia x Han, even though Han is kind of a creep sometimes. 🤣
8. Weapon of choice?
A blaster. No need for a heavy one, something light and not too clunky would do. (Not an Echani weapon either 😛) But I'd love to try a Deece with whatever attachment too. 👀
19. What type of outfit would you wear?
Whatever outfit I would choose, I truly hope I'll end up with a super cool jacket with A LOT of pockets!!! I'd love strong boots too, something that feels undestructible.
But I must admit… Jedi outfits look incredibly comfy. They all look like they are in their pajamas… and I kinda envy them that. 😩
9. What food from Star Wars would you want to try?
Actually, I did try one! The Uj cake👌 I even have perfected my very own recipe for it now. Kandosii!
24. Would you want to be human, or from another species?
I can't shapeshift?!?! 😲 What is this tyranny?! Well, in that case, I'm fine with staying human-looking then. I kinda like the Bothans, though…
27. Top 3 planets to visit?
No marble, no scramble—I'd say: Naboo, Arvala-7, and Bespin. ✨ (but also maybe Concord Dawn 🤫)
30. Do you have any headcanons?
Sorta?!
Wato's business crashed after he lost Ani, and then Shmi. He never had any other slaves before or after them.
Taun We likes the clones in her weird Kaminoan detached way, and maybe Boba even more so, but the little shit despises her (and rightly so, all other Kaminoans) even though he's treated well, just because he sees Jango act like an asshole and talk shit about them… and he's mimicking his parental figure, like kids usually do. Even cloned ones.
Maybe it has been said somewhere in the EU, but I suspect Palpatine to be able to use a battle meditation. Also, he made Dooku unable to speak after Anakin 'disarmed' him, and he influenced Anakin's mind through the Force to kill him against his better judgment. *queue tortured violin music*
Also, I would have rewrote the final fight between Anakin and Obi-Wan. It would have been a better dogfight and his injuries would have been from a crash... (but yeah yeaaaah, it needed lightsabers fights and duels, I know…)
40. If you could make your own Star Wars trilogy/series, what would it be about?
It would be about Canderous' stories 👀 The whole basilisk thing and raids, seeing Ordo and the clans challenging each others, Mand'alore the Ultimate, up to their defeat against Revan… 😩💖
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[So, @cinlat has been dabbling in a Sith au for her Fynta, with cameo slots available for various other characters to come hang out. And just the little bit of contemplation we had about where Ahuska might slot into this particular version of events, I wound up inspired enough to dabble with a scene! So welcome to an Ahuska who still wound up adopted into Mandalorian life, but has not forgotten/repressed her early years. Rather than their usual easy friendship, she and Fynta wind up butting heads more often than not and bumping into one another more than either would like. Apologies if I’ve gotten Fynta totally wrong, I will put up a disclaimer that I’m throwing this out here without any sort of proofing from Cinlat so she gets the final call as to the authenticity of this scene! I’ve also borrowed @askshivanulegacy’s Blakk for the ride, I think I needed a little cathartic fluff to counterbalance all the fluff-gone-wrong happening elsewhere hahahaha.]
‘Not on My Watch’
“I don’t know why you won’t just let me take a speeder…”
Ahuska lifted a hand to cut him off, raising a finger and shaking her head with a smile. It was no secret that the young bothan was soft for this particular Imperial Agent, even if her clanmates were quick to remind her that no self respecting human Kaas citizen would pursue anything more than a functional work relationship with her, a rudderless, stable-working alien.
She chose not to listen to what her clanmates had to say.
“Because a speeder won’t pull back when it feels the ice getting too thin or warn you when you cross a wampa’s path, that’s why.”
Cipher Blakk rolled his eyes and pulled the zipper of his insulated parka higher, but it still wasn’t enough to keep his face properly protected from the frankly absurd level of chill. “It’s not as though I plan to park on an ice sheet…”
“Uh huh, and you’ll know exactly what’s under the two inch layer of snow that’s just fallen…”
He huffed, and she laughed, opening the stall door against which she was leaning to lead out the young tauntaun buck she already had saddled and haltered. “Quit fretting. Thunder here is a solid ride and a soft touch, he won’t give you any problems, and I’d trust him over any autopilot to get you safely back to base if something goes wrong.” Blakk felt some unexpected warmth rise in his cheeks, and while he wondered for the thousandth time why she cared so much that he got back safely, the buck lowered his head to snuffle through Ahuska’s hair. She raised a hand to give the tauntaun a firm rub on the cheek and horn. “Yeah, you’re a good boy aren’t you? You’ll be good for the Empire’s elite, won’t you? Won’t you my good soft woolly buddy…”
Ahuska’s ears flicked at the same moment as Thunder’s twitched, and a heartbeat later Blakk’s head turned as well, hearing the heavy rasp of an iron gate lifting.
Ahuska had been stationed on the remote Hoth outpost for the last month and a half, more than enough time to get to know the sound of every latch and door in the stables, and the animals that spent their lives here knew them even better. Her sky blue eyes turned to ice as she squinted, staring down into the lower level. “Who… oh.”
Her lips turned to a tight, flat line as she recognised the figure down below, and the coolness in her expression was enough to prompt Blakk to lift a brow. “Ahh, is something the matter…?”
“We’ll see. What is she… oh, oh no, no no no…”
The Cipher suddenly found himself with a set of reins thrust into his hands, with Ahuska taking the liberty of closing his fingers around them and squeezing tight. “What… what are you…?”
“Hold him. Hold him tight and don’t let go for a second, distract him with this if you can…” She shoved a pinkish rock of some sort toward him, and with his hands full he was forced to stoop and hold it under his chin, expression nothing short of bewildered.
“I don’t… oh, gods no,” Blakk had the profound discomfort of realising then that it was a block of salt, as Thunder pressed forward with an eager little warble and began to lick at it. He made a tiny sound of dismay. “Ahuska…!”
But she was already gone, not even sticking around to have a snigger at his predicament, darting down the stairwell rather than waiting on one of the stocklifts. “Oi! Oi, di’kut, what’n Kad’s name do you think you’re doing---!!”
The object of Ahuska’s anger turned, unnaturally blue eyes flashing with irritation, and then immediately turned back to the stall door she’d been about to open.
“Don’t you dare touch that! Who the hell authorized you to be down here and what the shab d’you think you’re doing opening straight up into the yards?” Rather than heading straight toward the Sith, Ahuska veered to the far wall where a harsh wind blustered through the now gaping entry to the outdoor paddocks, and slammed her fist against a set of controls.
“This animal is… Shen-Four-Seven, isn’t it?” Fynta Wolfe, Assassin for Sith Intelligence and Infiltration, glared at the Bothan stablekeep who stood firm in the gateway, as though she could somehow block her passage while the heavy gate groaned back shut. She cut a strong silhouette against the glaring white world outside, framed with reflected light and fluttering snowflakes.
“Star, yeah, that’s her.” Ahuska’s tone was curt. She didn’t enjoy dealing with Fynta any more than she explicitly had to. Never mind that the Sith knew far more about her than Ahuska was comfortable with, but the fact that Fynta thought she could just slip on some beskar and mingle amongst the clans as though she weren’t an out-and-out Sith grated at her terribly. The nerves struck were just… a little too close to home.
“Then she’s the one I’ve been assigned while I’m on duty here. And since I’m not here to take riding lessons, I don’t see why I need to answer to you of all people, stablekeep.”
Ahuska bristled as the steel gate locked shut behind her, putting an abrupt halt to the chill wind. “Maybe ‘cause every last one of these animals has been assigned to me while I’m on duty here, and I don’t give a damn if you’re the Emperor himself, you don’t take one outside without my say-so. Not a taun, not a vulp, not a gods-damned arctic womp-weasel! So you can take your fingers off that latch and let me do my job, or you can deal with the shab’la stampede you’re about to let loose. It’s stable master, by the way.”
Fynta knew Ahuska wasn’t the type to lie for the sake of a power trip. The bothan’s conviction and ferocity at this moment was enough to give her pause and slowly arch a brow, though her tone was flat and unconvinced. “Stampede. You mean the whole three out in the main yard.”
“Mmm.” Ahuska’s tone was equally flat, but there was something smug about the way she lifted her chin and stared down the bridge of her muzzle toward the Sith. “Those three first, if Thunder up on the balcony doesn’t fling himself over to beat them to it.” She gestured upward and over her shoulder with a thumb, toward where Blakk diligently kept a firm but wary hold of the tauntaun buck Ahuska had left in his care. The agent swiftly averted his gaze when he realised attention had momentarily turned his way. “Then the seven in the exercise yards ‘cause let’s face it, those fences aren’t gonna stop a buck in rut, and maybe the dozen in the outer…”
“Excuse me?”
“Excuse what?”
“A buck in rut?”
“I said what I said. I know it doesn’t look much like the seasons change here on Hoth, but believe me, there are seasons, and we’re in the thick of one right now. Your little Star there…” Ahuska dipped her head toward the stall door that Fynta remained precariously close to opening, though to her credit her fingers were looser on the handle than they had been moments before. “Is a very, very appealing little lady at the moment. She gets lead out through the back to be worked in the yards on the south ridge or not at all, and when she’s being groomed and treated in here this gate…” She slapped the metal surface behind her with the back of her hand. “Stays shut! I wouldn’t even recommend her for a mission today or tomorrow unless you were absolutely certain of no wild herds en route and let’s face it, you can never be certain of that…”
Fynta hadn’t exactly paled, but she was definitely looking less confident about taking her assigned mount out onto the slopes. She found herself feeling unwittingly grateful that the blasted bothan had been here to intercept her, and then an equal measure of furious at herself for feeling grateful at all. “Alright, alright, fierfek, just get me a more suitable animal ready as soon as you can, I’ve wasted enough time here already…”
“Of course, my Lord,” Ahuska’s grin was far too toothy, her flourished salute and bow far too exaggerated to be genuine. She enjoyed watching Fynta bite back her seething a little too much. “And let me know what shebs-for-brains gave you Star to begin with so I can have some words.”
“I’ll try to find out,” Fynta lied. No way in hell was she going to let Ahuska know that, in a bid to get herself in and out of Hoth as swiftly as possible, she might have forged a signature or two on a requisition document here and there, and arbitrarily assigned the tauntaun to herself. She straightened, stepping away from the stall, and stared Ahuska squarely in the eye. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t keep me waiting.”
She didn’t give Ahuska the opportunity to respond, making her way smartly off down a corridor. The bothan might come across as meek as a runt nerf calf most of the time, but Force be damned if she didn’t find a spine and a half where her animals were concerned. Fynta couldn’t decide whether she was impressed or irritated, and just found herself hoping that Ahuska would be able to find the same amount of backbone if anyone ever pressed her about matters that remained better left unspoken.
She really didn’t want to see another decent Mandalorian having their arm twisted into Imperial service.
Ahuska, meanwhile, had every intention of keeping Fynta waiting; she had another Agent of the Empire to finish dealing with first, and she wasn’t going to rush seeing Blakk and Thunder off soundly for the sake of a single agitated Sith. Her hackles were already smooth and the set of her ears fully relaxed by the time she made it back to the upper level, though the way Blakk’s wide-eyed gaze settled on her when she flashed him a grin threatened to dishevel her all over again.
“Didn’t give you any trouble, did he?”
“No, you were great- I mean he, he was great. Thunder was… great. Perfect. No trouble.”
Ahuska might have plenty of backbone when it mattered, but that didn’t stop certain moments making her utterly weak. She coughed into her hand, glancing aside as she took back the reins and returned the remains of the salt lick to her pocket. “Ahh, uh, right, good. Good! Where have you got your gear then? Better get him all loaded up for you.”
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[And now a bonus for everyone who got this far, hahaha, have some zipped up Hoth geared little Imperials. Ahuska thinks they’re both ridiculous for complaining so much about the cold.]
#dingoat writes#swtor fic#ahuska#bothan#tauntaun#hoth#blakk#fynta#imperial agent#sith#mandalorian#actually really nice to get a little writing going through my system#it's been a while#even if it is a bit of a mess#barely proof-read#but I've got so much other stuff I aughtta be working on#>.>#thank you for letting me play with your au though cinlat!#and blakk of course for trusting me to steal your boy hahaha#I realise how rarely#I actually get the chance to write Ahuska doing her animal business#so that was also fun
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Originally posted September 19, 2020
Summary: A Mandalorian's armor is a part of their soul. And, if they're lucky enough to have a soulmate, a reflection of the other half of their soul.
Details: Jango/Obi-Wan. Soulmate AU.
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Jango had just started earning his beskar'gam when the bold colors painted on it began to fade. He went to Jaster, first, because he wasn't sure what that meant, but his buir was at just as much of a loss as he was, and instead they had to go to the armorer with their question.
The armorer had seen it before, thankfully, and declared that Jango's soulmate must be a Foundling just taken into a new clan--the colors would come back once he was settled.
He'd be lying if he didn't admit to liking that he and his soulmate had something obvious in common.
The colors did come back, bold and beautiful, with splashes of white to represent the new beginning, reflecting his soulmate's vibrant life. He was healthy and taken care of, which settled contentment deep into Jango's half of their soul.
Years later, he starts to notice little scuffs and marks, and a surprising amount of light burns, appearing here and there. The little streaks of orange gathered around the edges of his armor told Jango that his soulmate was still happy, that they had a lust for life despite the clear hardship. He thinks his soulmate is training to fight and he lets himself be a little smug--of course his soulmate would be a fighter.
The colors on his armor are fading again when he's on Galidraan and he's worried. Maybe it distracts him, but he couldn't blame his soulmate for that.
What happens is his own fault.
Being without his beskar'gam feels like an open wound. It's a part of his soul, a part of *their* soul, the outward proof of their connection that no other people in the galaxy had.
He didn't know what it was, what was being done to it. Sometimes he spiralled into despair, imagining it displayed in Vizsla's home, where he could see Jango's soulmate's life while Jango was bereft.
One of the first things he did, when he escaped, was go to Galidraan for answers. It was there, in the governor's home like a trophy.
But for all that the servants must have shined it and cleaned it to fit in with the rest, it looked dull and rugged. The marks from blasters and vibroknives hadn't come from Jango's last battle. The complete lack of color in the paint wasn't just from a change of clan--it was from the loss of one (Jango could only imagine how dull his soulmate's armor must be, after the slaughter of the Haat'ade).
Had he set this off, somehow? Had whatever his soulmate saw of Jango's loss and enslavement made them spiral? Or reckless?
He'd heard stories, horrible stories, but he tried not to think too deeply on them.
Eventually, as Jango settled into a routine of bounty hunting and hitting at Death Watch when he could, his beskar'gam started to recover. The color was slow to come back, and never as bright as it had been, and there was never, ever orange again, but it was there. There were still frequest blaster marks, and the scoring of blades, and little pits and discolorations, but his soulmate was alive. Maybe not happy, but well enough. Surviving as Jango was surviving.
The beginnings of swirls of burgundy eating their way into Jango's paint are a shock. Of course soulmates can fall in love with other people, especially when they still hadn't found each other, but...he hadn't been prepared for that. He couldn't imagine loving anyone else than the other half of his soul.
When the burgundy was replaced by splotches of dutiful green, he felt guilty for how happy that made him and hoped that didn't show through to his soulmate. And then felt sick, wondering if the duty was to him, if his soulmate had seen how unsettled he was and gave up on someone they loved because they felt they had to for him.
After that, he did his best not to think about it, ready for the burgundy to seep back, waiting to do his best to not react.
Years later, he saw burns that didn't come from blasters or fire, that he remembered perfectly on the armor of his people as they were cut down--his soulmate had been struck by a lightsaber. They had, from the amount of burns and the marks of bruises and the bleeding of deep grey along the colors painted on it, been fighting someone with a lightsaber, had lost someone they cared about while doing it.
He'd known rage before, so many times, but it had never felt quite like this. The jetiise had taken his family and now they meant to take his soulmate?
Jango didn't even have to come up with a way to make them pay, it fell into his lap, the Manda clearly in favor of his vengeance. As much as he never wanted to work with Dooku, it would be worth it to destroy the jetiise.
It was easier to watch his armor on Kamino, with fewer distractions, but the Cuy'val Val all knew what every mark and change meant and couldn't help but tease him through some of it.
The soft pink of platonic love dashed across his chest made some of them coo and joke over how both he and his soulmate had decided to become buir around the same time.
That stayed, edging along the duty that many thought was Jango's color but was actually from his soulmate, and Jango was happy for it. They'd both lost so much and yet now they were building a family.
After ten years of watching his armor, of seeing injuries and illness, but the slow return of vibrancy to his soulmate's life, he was more than ready for his long-term contract to be done. He wanted to finally go out and search for his soulmate with Boba at his side.
On Coruscant, his armor seemed to hum against him, and he realized that his soulmate must be on the planet. This is where he could start his search, with the hope they lived there or visited frequently.
Which was why, when his armor started doing the same on Kamino, he was shocked. No one came to Kamino. Certainly there was no reason for anyone to come from Coruscant to Kamino other than himself.
...Or whoever might be tracking him.
Of all the things he was ready for when his soulmate arrived at his door (if it was a rival bounty hunter, he thought he would have already met them, and he couldn't fathom a member of Judicial coming this far out), it wasn't Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi.
One of the jetii that had tracked Zam.
But...what jetii was nearly killed by another person with a lightsaber? Except...there were others, weren't there?
They stared at each other and Jango had the sudden, panicked thought that he didn't know how the jetiise knew their soulmates. If they even did. There were species that had some vague mark as the only connection.
After Taun We left with Boba, they let the silence between them stretch.
Finally, Obi-Wan cleared his throat, running a hand through his damp hair. "That...that was your son, then? ...Boba?"
He tilted his head in consideration, he'd called him only "Bob'ika" and most aruetii didn't pick up on what that meant. "You knew?"
Obi-Wan nodded, glancing over him, then around the room, as if looking for something. "I...saw it. How happy you were when he was born."
That was...more than he'd expected. "You saw it?" The jetiise hadn't worn armor in centuries and they'd never placed the same emphasis on it.
Slowly, very slowly, Obi-Wan reached for his belt. "We have a saying--our lightsaber is our life. Technically, it's a reflection of our soul...." When he gripped the hilt, Jango couldn't stop from tensing, but Obi-Wan kept it pointed away as he lit it--the blade seemed to flicker between colors, blue-white-orange-blue and back, the shape not quite the sleek, defined line Jango was used to seeing.
He had hid his armor, but now he inched around Obi-Wan to the closest that it was sitting in, picking up a vambrace and holding it up--his silver and blues, mostly, but along the wrist were Obi-Wan's soft pink and emerald green, mixed now with the slightest, disturbing hints of building grey.
His heart clenched, wondering what Obi-Wan saw in the lightsaber blade that would make him grieve. Even as determination filled him, he saw it steady, saw the flickering slow.
"Did I...make it hard for you? To fight?" The marks on his armor had always been more superficial damage than anything.
Obi-Wan shook his head, then paused, as if catching himself in an automatic denial. "There were times when...well, for those without soulmates, a red blade is only for the Sith." He gave a wry smile. "I was 13 the first time mine turned red." And then his face smoothed out into something sad, but understanding. "Red is...anger, and fear."
He grit his teeth, knowing he'd felt both of those more than enough that it might have caused problems for a jetii, with their dislike of the darjetiise. A Mandalorian was never judged by their soul colors, Obi-Wan could have never felt anything that would shame him.
The blade dimmed, the colors fading closer to transparent, and Obi-Wan frowned, hurriedly turning it off and tucking it back. "Sorry, I...didn't mean to disturb you."
"You didn't." He wanted to say Obi-Wan couldn't, but he already had.
"What happens now?"
"I'm investigating attempts against a Senator." He narrowed his eyes at Jango. "If I could find that information out quickly and report back to the Order the results, I could...delay returning, for a little while."
But, Jango knew, he'd almost certainly report the clones, as well, and then what? Would they realize why he'd helped create this army? Would they separate the two of them?
"Stay the night, let us get to know one another, and I'll tell you who hired me in the morning." Give him time to plan, he pleaded to the Manda, give him a night to decide how to keep his soulmate.
Obi-Wan hesitated and Jango was very glad the lightsaber had been put away, not sure what it would look like.
"...Alright. My investigation has gone faster than it could have, already." He stepped closer, fingers gently tracing across the piece of Jango's beskar'gam he still held, as if well aware how sacred it was to a Mandalorian. "...And I'd like the chance to get to know you, too."
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A/N: This came about from soulmate AU discussions on my discord.
I've made up some of the colors and meanings.
One thing that's always kind of nice about Kenfetti fics like this is if you stick to a mostly canon timeline, there's a set way for them to meet that's just very neat and contained haha
#character: jango fett#character: obi wan kenobi#ship: kenfetti#verse: soulmate#theme: mandalorian culture#theme: slowish burn
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The Taun Fawn and the Orobird 1/?
The first of several scenes in a Star Wars AU featuring @awaari‘s Inquisitor Galathan Lavellen.
Apologies, I’m not as familiar with the “current” SW timeline, so it’s written in Old Republic Era. (We all love Bioware, right? ...Right?)
Key points about the setting: - Pre-Rule of Two, i.e. there are roughly as many Sith as there are Jedi - Coruscant houses the Republic Senate and the Jedi Council - The (Sith) Empire is actively at war with the Republic and its capital is the planet Dromund Kaas. (The source of all things Kaasian.) - Rather than co-opting an existing race, Galathan is simply the race called dalish.
Future scenes will have additional information to provide relevant context. The story begins in 1/2 BTC. If you know what that means, please don’t spoil for those that don’t.
“A dalish Jedi? My, my, Republic space is quaint, isn’t it?” Dorian Pavus twirled the end of his black, waxed mustache. The Imperial wore decadent black robes with a delicate, gold, sleeveless coat resting regally on his shoulders.
Galathan ignored the remark and gave the human a simple and shallow bow that had his braid swaying in the air. He wore the simple, brown robes of his Order with only the lightsaber on his belt signifying his rank. “Lord Pavus, I am Jedi Knight Galathan, here to escort you to Coruscant.”
Dorian gave the Jedi a bow reserved for equals and given his pleasant expression, it was possible he thought they were, despite his comment about the dalish. “Just Dorian Pavus, if you please. My… father… is Lord Pavus and the Hierarchy is touchy about who uses the title.”
Privately, Gal thought it wasn’t worth the semantics, but even if he wasn’t a Jedi, he would hardly insult one of the few Imperial defectors in the middle of the war. “Of course, Dorian. The shuttle is this way.”
“Lovely; this swamp is absolutely murder on my boots. I can’t imagine what Revan saw in this… place,” Dorian said with his polished Kaasian accent. He wrinkled his aristocratic nose. “Ah, well, needs must. Though I do have a question, Sir Knight.”
Gal glanced at Dorian over his shoulder before turning back to the path and answering. “I’ll answer it, if I can. I’m sure you understand that given your particular legal status, I’m not at liberty to speak freely.”
“Indeed.” Dorian held his robes up off the ground as they tromped across the shallowest portion of Taris’s toxic swamp. “I’m just curious as to how you came to be a Jedi. I was under the impression that dalish had their own Force traditions.”
Memories flooded Gal’s mind, but he pushed them away before the emotions carried on their backs could break through his calm. “We do. However, after retaking Korriban the Sith destroyed my clan’s homeworld.”
“My condolences,” Dorian said, the luster in his voice audibly dampened. “That sort of thing is precisely why I came to this horrid swamp.”
After several minutes of walking in silence, Gal responded with only, “Death, yet the Force.”
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Alfend of Clan Fahgi
While most of Clans Elsis and Fahgi had bred into Clan Melsir by the time of her disappearance, both clans do still exist and have their own leaders (with Eliette being the current President of Clan Elsis). Alfend is the current leader of Clan Fahgi, and - believing Melsir to be gone for good - he is trying to find another Leader'd clan for his people to either shelter under or even convert to, not wanting to risk any of his clan members to a failed conversion. Alfend previously had strong support from his clan for living under Sanst's protection or merging with Clan Siar, and to many of his clan members, their falls reflected poorly on his judgment. Despite this, he remains their leader. Due to the deaths of his clan members on her road to ascension, he is wary of Shawnee and her followers, despite one of his own daughters allying with her. He has an older daughter in Clan Melsir and a son in Clan Ambrose. After the birth of his fourth child he converts to Clan Taun, which finally triggers the mass conversion of his clan to Leader'd clans, resulting in Clan Fahgi being declared formally and then wholly extinct roughly 500 years after DMFA takes place. Along with the mother of his Taun child, he is in a relationship with Darius. His legs are awful. I need more practice with hooved characters. Original design adopted from Lysonu---adopts on deviantArt
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Sam Piper
Sam thinks Mink is adorable. Sam thinks Dan is adorable. Sam thinks Abel is adorable. Sam thinks Taun is adorable. Sam thinks Quill is adorable. Sam thinks Kish'ta is adorable. Sam thinks Abyss is adorable. Sam... well, you get the picture. Sam "Magpie" Piper was the first succubus born into Ambrose's clan after his ascension. Knowing what she was from childhood, she still allowed her headwings to be a "surprise" to see how her village would respond. They responded by locking her in a potato cellar. She in turn responded by developing a hobby of potato-carving. When that got boring (about an hour later), she escaped, busting the cellar doors open and leaving the potatoes arranged into the words "see you next timc," having run out of potatoes before she could finish the "e" in "time." After escaping the cellar, she reunited with her parents, who brought her to Ambrose. Since then, Sam has served as Ambrose's representative at SAIA. Because Ambrose's clan does not "officially" use SAIA, Sam does not attend clan meetings. Instead, she serves as a messenger and delivery girl. At SAIA, she gained the nickname "Magpie" for her fondness for shiny things and tendency to not ask before taking them. As of DMFA canon (using Abel's 400th birthday as a benchmark) Sam is 1217 years old, and has two sons: one in clan Owona and one in clan Dimanika. Her Owona-clan son has three children of his own, a son in clan Taun and a pair of semi-identical M/F twins in clan Zezzuva. Sam's clan symbol is to the left of her navel, and she likes to joke that her emotional affiliation is "math, violets, and bitter ale." Her current hobby is researching the differences in strength between large clans with no Clan Leader and small clans with one, which is about fifty percent books on clan genealogy, fifty percent trying to talk Jin-clan cubi into "breeding for science." Character adopted from SuccubusAdoptions on deviantArt.
#DMFA#unicorn#pink#winged#wings#angel wings#head wings#pastel#pastel colors#endless nonsense#cassi art
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"nih-keet"
Oldest living member of Clan Fahgi, she serves as a mentor to E/F/M Cubi at SAIA - which, because there are so few Melsir Cubi at SAIA and so few Elsis / Fahgi Cubi at all, means she spends most of her days doing whatever she pleases. For the most part, she is a jeweler, often providing the basic items for SAIA's beginner-level enchanting classes, or exchanging jewelry for favors from other students. Once SAIA is erased, Niquite moves to Zinvth and takes on as an employee at a high-end jewelry store.
When Siar fell, almost half of Clan Fahgi were slain defending their Siar lovers and children; Niquite's entire immediate family were lost this way, and she blames herself.
Following Alfend's conversion to Clan Taun, Niquite takes on the role of "negotiating" the conversions of the Elsis and Fahgi Cubi who followed in his footsteps. She is the last of her clan to convert, joining clan Zezz and rendering Clan Fahgi fully extinct.
As a Cubi of Clan Fahgi, she has hooves - I intended for them to be orange before I wound up putting her in a pose where they weren't visible.
#Drawtober#drawtober 2023#DMFA#Endless Nonsense#Cassi art#green#orange#wings#winged#glowing eyes#freckles#she has wings on her back too#but they would have gotten in the way if I'd included them#Clan Fahgi#Clan Zezz
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Clan Leader Fahgi
His name is pronounced "foggy"
Fahgi's emotional affiliation was betrayal, and it's a running joke that Fahgi-clan Cubi make excellent marriage counselors. Fahgi himself was an assassin prior to his ascension, and a renowned lover, siring many children on soon-to-be-heartbroken women. He continued both killing and loving for centuries after his ascension, often encouraging his descendants to follow in his footsteps.
Seeking to strengthen himself and his clan, Fahgi slew Elsis and attempted to devour her soul. However, Elsis was able to launch a counter-attack in her final moments that, while unable to save her life, kept her soul out of Fahgi's hands. Enraged by their leader's death, Elsis's clan members slew the majority of Fahgi's clan, and through sheer numbers were eventually able to slay Fahgi as well. Survivors of both clans were later taken in by Melsir, with whom Elsis and Fahgi had both been vaguely allied.
Prior to his death, there was a high incidence of "Quoar-like" Cubi born into Clan Fahgi compared to other clans. Since his death, there is still an impressive rate of Cubi being born with two-colored eyes or duality wings, but only three fully Quoar-like.
Clan quirk: Cubi of Clan Fahgi are born with hooves and naturally dark base colors. Because the child's body type is dependent on the mother's, it is considered impossible for a naga-type mother to birth a Fahgi-clan Cubi, due to the hoof aspect of the clan quirk.
There are [invalid] rumours that Owona was originally born into clan Fahgi, and [unconfirmed] rumours that Fahgi was born into Clan Taun.
#DMFA#endless nonsense#deer#Clan Leader#incubus#hooves#antlers#brown#green eyes#magenta#Clan Fahgi#Cassi art
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I forgot to post my Mando girls mom I did like, last week. Her name was Kiri and she was the greatest swordsman in Clan Taun
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Hello how are you doing?
I was wondering if you could tell us more about Boba Mand'alor or if you had some recommendations like comics or books about that? I'm sorry if it's been asked before I didn't find it
Thank you in advance!!
i'm doing well, thank you! better, now that i've received this ask :D mand'alor!boba is one of my fave bits of the expanded universe; honestly, i wish they'd done more with him! as it stands, the story arc is only really explored in the novella boba fett: a practical man and the legacy of the force series of novels, but it's still quite rich in terms of character exploration and development. lemme give y'all a break down:
to start, boba did not become mand'alor by choice. y'see, the mand'alor before boba was a mandalorian by the name of fenn shysa. though he was mand'alor, shysa was a staunch believer that the title should instead sit with an heir of jango fett. shysa knew that as the last mand'alor of the true mandalorians and a fearsome warrior who gave even the jedi a run for their money, jango could be a potent symbol to rally for the renewal of the mandalorian people—and thus, so could his heir.
unfortunately, jango's heir is none other than boba fett who, at that moment (post-OT) was [checks notes] hunting mand'alor fenn shysa at the behest of his former kaminoan baby sitter taun we, who wanted revenge on the mandalorians for an attack they'd carried out against kamino some years before.
details are a little bit sparse about the exact order of events when boba eventually found shysa, but suffice to say that things did not go as anyone expected. for one thing, boba didn't end up collecting the bounty on shysa—instead he and shysa somehow ended up on the same side against a rival mercenary group that threatened to overrun them. during the battle, shysa was critically wounded protecting boba from said mercenaries and, knowing that boba wouldn't be able to escape while dragging him along, urged boba to grant him a quick death and take up the mantle of mand'alor in his stead. boba was, to put it mildly, less than enthused about this proposition. however, he couldn't bear to leave shysa to be captured and likely tortured to death, and so granted him a coup de grace and honored his dying request.
so now we have the absolutely delicious juxtaposition of boba fett, a man whose connection to his mandalorian heritage is fraught at best, more-or-less forced into being the commander-in-chief of the mandalorian people. and it's as awkward as one would expect. it seems that most (though not all) mandalorians accepted boba's account that he hadn't purposefully deposed shysa (likely bc shysa wasn't exactly quiet about wanting boba on the throne) but the general reaction to him seemed to be, "you're not one of us. but you're a useful symbol, so we'll let you stay where you are."
boba himself likens it to being stranded in "no-mans-land—too Mando for the outsider but not Mando enough for some of the clans"
on the flip-side of the coin, you have mandalorians who tell him shit like, "well, thank the stars you finally came to your senses; this was always your purpose, you know that, right?" which actually makes him angrier and more uncomfortable than the former reaction, for reasons he himself doesn't fully understand.
something something don't imply to the clone-who-pretends-he's-not-a-clone that he was made with a purpose other than sonhood mkay
despite this tension, boba finds himself, to his own bewilderment, developing a sense of responsibility for the mandalorians he comes into contact with. he wants to look after and protect them. he starts thinking in terms of "we" and "us." and he becomes coldly, viciously enraged when they're threatened.
...which happens pretty dang quickly when the yuuzhan vong invade.
look, the yuuzhan vong are a whole other can of worms, but i'll sum up the best i can by saying that they're an extragalactic race of bio-engineered, self-mutilating torture-slavers who think the gffa deserves to be genocided for the crime of developing combustion engines. it's like fucking hellraiser invades the gffa, idk what else to say.
ANYWAY, these dudes are preparing to invade and, after learning that the mandalorians are the galaxy's ultimate mercenary assholes, invites boba (and his friend beviin) to a meeting to discuss, oh, you know, betraying the gffa to the vong in exchange for not torture-enslaving the mandalorians.
and the vong are like "oh, btw, here's some random prisoner we'll torture-enslave in front of you :) just to give you an illustration :) of how seriously you should take our offer of mercy :)"
and boba, knowing that they're lying, and inwardly seething at their veiled threats toward the mandalorians, calmly answers, "based on [your promise], we have a deal."
translation: "we're gonna fuck you up"
(boba has a thing about sticking to his word, so by phrasing his assent like that, he can justify backstabbing the vong. basically, "i am making a promise based on your promise, but bc your promise is bullshit, mine is too")
the mandalorians then spend a good chunk of the war playing the villains, pretending to be fighting for the vong while in reality, they're siphoning key intel back to the new republic to bring about the vong's defeat.
though the mandalorians' sabotage plays a key role in turning the tide of the war against the vong, it isn't without a cost. the vong, eventually realizing the mandalorians' betrayal, wreak terrible vengeance on mandalore, indiscrimimately bombing the planet and mass-poisoning the soil. one could think of this as a parallel to the glassing of mandalore in new canon. mandalore was already in bad shape due to imperial strip mining and the vong's retribution leaves the planet barely habitable.
also, in the aftermath of the war, mandalore doesn't receive any reconstruction aid from the new republic bc fuck them i guess
things are bleak for the mandalorians. they're short on credits and, unable to grow anything from the planet's poisoned soil, they're forced to rely on importing food to sustain themselves, further draining what little communal funds they have.
after talking things over with his fellow mandalorians (see: occasionally interjecting while they yell at each other in a crowded bar) boba decides on a few key policies going forward:
1) as a group, the mandalorians stay neutral in the new republic's ongoing wars. mandos are already an endangered species at this point and they don't need to invite any of that smoke back to mandalore itself.
2) any individual mandalorian is free to sell their services to whatever side they want, as long as they don't do it in the name of mandalore itself. times are tough and people need credits. boba won't begrudge them that.
3) any mandalorians living in diaspora, consider yourselves officially invited home. you show up, you get land, but you gotta pitch in to restore it.
4) until things are stable, those mandalorians with the means (see: boba and the chief of mandalmotors) use their own funds to keep importing food for folks until enough land is restored to make the planet once again self-sufficient
these policies are well-received and morale is significantly improved when said land restoration leads to the discovery of a huge motherlode of subsurface beskar, unearthed by the vong's indiscriminate bombing.
cue mandalmotors going balls-to-the-walls insane and making beskar starfighters. boba is, for once in his fucking life, absolutely delighted by this development.
no seriously, they offer him a chance to test-fly one and it's probably the only time i can recall in his adulthood that he actually grins.
anyway, the restoration of mandalore proceeds at pace under boba's leadership. most of the next book is dedicated to fett family drama with a side of jedi cultural exchange and the book after that sucks so bad that i don't acknowledge its existence. so here ends my hopefully interesting account of the reign of mand'alor boba!
#boba fett#boba fett meta#kind of obsessed with the way the development of mandalore reflects boba's own journey#stripped of its identity honor and goodness by years of laboring (truly or not) under wicked regimes#thought to be utterly poisoned and inhospitable#yet still able to shock everyone with what still lies under the surface#i guess there's a reason the words ''mand'alor'' and ''mandalore'' are used interchangeably in these books lol
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