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[watcheraurora]

Solidarity-Tek

Part 4 of the Unintentionally Adopted a Kid AU! 3.5k words (almost exactly!)

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Movement caught Cleo’s eye. They looked up in time to see Jimmy and Tango land just outside their base. They smiled down at Skye. “Your dads are here sweetheart. Time for you to go home.”

Skye perked up and whirled around to see them waiting. She beamed and waved at them enthusiastically. Then turned back to Cleo. “Thank you for school today!”

“You’re welcome, Skye.” Cleo helped the little Avian put her things in her backpack and then escorted her outside. “Jimmy, can I speak with you a moment please?”

“Of course.”

“Come inside.” Cleo opened the front door wider. “He’ll catch up with you,” they said to Tango. Who nodded. Tango took Skye’s hands and helped her take off into the air. Cleo shut the door behind Jimmy.

“What’s going on, Cleo?”

They took a deep breath and set their hands on their hips. “We were working on our letters today. She can write a little but not much. But…” Cleo picked up a coloring page off the little desk Skye sat at. “You said she had parents, right? Killed by pillagers?”

“Yeah.”

Skye’s name was in the corner of the coloring page. But where a surname might have been was an eclectic collection of squiggles. Not common script and definitely not even Galactic Script.

“I don’t think she knows her family name,” Cleo said. “I know not everyone has a family name but we can’t all be Grian.”

Jimmy couldn’t help the little snicker in the back of his throat. “Yeah. So why did you want me alone?”

“Tango mentioned when he dropped her off the other day that you do most of the caring for her. Primary caregiver, and all that.”

“Right.”

“And today I told her that her dads were here to pick her up. I’ve never said that before. And she didn’t protest.”

“Okay?”

“Jim. Talk to Bdubs or Scar at the courthouse. You can legally adopt her. It’s been seven months and there’s been no sign of her family or any next-of-kin. There’s no one looking for her. You could give her one of your surnames. Or both I don’t care. Just… think about it. Speak to Tango about it. Then maybe tell her your decision when the two of you have one.”

“Cleo, she’s already my girl,” Jimmy said, pulling a brown leather cord out from under his shirt. An inch of a narrow Blaze Rod and a shimmering snow white feather hung together on the cord. “This means more to an Avian than some paper that says she is.”

“But that paper is a legal trail that stops her from being taken away from you,” Cleo pointed out. “If some second-cousin-twice-removed’s best friend’s former roommate shows up trying to claim custody, that paper would let her stay at the ranch. Where you’re guaranteed to take care of her.”

Jimmy thought for a moment. “I’ll speak to Tango. We’ll think about it.”

“I just see how happy she makes you. And how happy and healthy she is with you. And I don’t want you to suffer the heartbreak of losing her.”

“Thanks. I do appreciate you looking out for us.”

“Sure thing. Go catch up with them.”

Jimmy nodded, left the base, and took off. Cleo sighed and finished cleaning up the last stragglers of mess from the day’s lesson. Skye wasn’t a messy child, but there were always a few bits left over.

—

Tango was startled as he flew by the SoulBond between him and Jimmy warming up. Tango... Jimmy's voice said in his mind, sounding sad. Tango, she doesn't remember her family name.

Who, Cleo?

No. Skye. Cleo showed me a coloring page. Her first name was there but the last name was just random squiggles. Cleo’s fairly certain she doesn’t know her surname.

Strange. She’ll be seven soon. She remembers her birthday. She seems old enough to know her surname.

“Tango, we passed the ranch!” Skye called with a laugh over the wind.

“Just making sure you’re paying attention sweetheart,” Tango replied. She laughed harder as they turned around and descended toward the ranch. Tango held both her hands the whole way down. She wasn’t fully confident on her landings yet. But she was doing much better.

We’ll talk more after she goes to bed, Jimmy added.

Noted.

He ran with Skye into her landing, hitting the ground running, on the path in front of the ranch, leading up to the house. Once they were both safely on the ground, he strolled up to the house with her and scooped her up. She squealed. "How was school today, sweetheart?" he asked.

"It was fun! We did letters and some numbers and coloring!"

"And you were good for Cleo?"

Skye nodded, her flyaway hairs bouncing around her head. "Uh-huh. Jimmy told me that I have to be sweet, and nice, and use my inside voice, and that I need to listen."

"That's exactly right. So you do your best?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Good." Tango set her down on the kitchen counter. Her wings ruffled. "I think good kids deserve a little after-school snack."

Skye gasped, dark blue eyes going wide. "Like what?"

Tango smiled and opened their chest full of packed ice. "I was thinking an apple."

"Yummy!"

Tango chuckled and extracted an apple from the chest, holding it out.

Skye's snowy wings fluttered. "Please?"

He set it in her extended hands. "There you go, sweetpea." He ruffled her flyaway hairs that had escaped her crown braid.

Thud!

Jimmy landed hard on the balcony upstairs. Tango took a deep breath and sighed. Jimmy was going to royally screw up his knees on landings like that if he wasn't careful.

"Jimmy's back," he said.

Skye beamed around the bite she was taking from the apple. "Yay!"

Jimmy came running down the stairs with a big smile on his face. "Where's our girl!"

"Jimmyyyyy!" Skye smiled wider, setting her apple down.

Jimmy picked her up under the arms and swung her off the counter, spinning in a circle while she squealed and laughed. "Hi princess!" he said, setting her on his hip and giving her a big squeeze. She giggled and hugged him back around the neck. "Oh, I swear you get bigger every day!"

She playfully stuck her tongue out at him. He gently pinched her nose and wiggled it. She squealed.

Tango kept himself a few paces away to avoid getting whacked by a wing. He slid a hand down his opposite arm and gently touched the two feathers hanging off his bracelet. One twice the size of the other and yellow. The smaller one snowy white.

He smiled, watching Jimmy play and be silly with her. Jimmy was so much better at being a dad than Tango. Tango tried—and he genuinely loved Skye as his own kid—but it came so naturally to Jimmy to nurture in a way it just didn't to Tango. Tango had to work at it.

Jimmy set Skye back on the counter and handed her the apple—but not before pretending to take a bite out of it while she squealed and wiggled to try and take it from him.

By the light above, Tango loved them both so much.

—

"So, Cleo doesn't think Skye knows her surname?" Tango asked.

Jimmy fluttered his wings to reorder the feathers where he held Tango against his side on the roof of the ranch house. "No."

"And why aren't we talking to Skye about this?"

"I don't want her to feel sad yet, thinking about her parents. She's been so happy lately. And I know talking to her about this is inevitable, but I wanted to talk to you about it first. Because, er..." Jimmy cleared his throat. "Cleo suggested we adopt her and give her one of our family names. Or both."

Tango's fire hair flared, his magic spinning around his hands in red and yellow swirls. "What?"

"You hate it," Jimmy said.

"No—no!" Tango protested. He grabbed Jimmy's hands and looked Jimmy directly in the eyes. "Hey. Listen to me, Jimmy. Skye is our girl. She's our kid. You have been an amazing dad to her for these past seven months. I was just surprised that Cleo suggested we properly adopt her." Tango pressed closer, shuffling so he could press his forehead to Jimmy's. "I love you. I love her. You two are my family." He inhaled deeply, their SoulBond warming between them. "If you want to adopt her, then let's do it."

"I... I don't know, Tango."

"What? Why?"

"Cleo suggested we adopt Skye in case someone came for her to take her away from us, and at least we're guaranteed to take care of her. But what if whoever came for her would take care of her better because they're her real family? Like a cousin or an aunt or a—"

"Jimmy Solidarity. Listen to me," Tango interrupted. Jimmy closed his mouth. "You are doing a fantastic job taking care of her. I know I have a lot to improve on as a parent. But you are a natural. No one would take better care of her than you. And she adores you. I say we can adopt her, if that's what you want. A paper trail that makes her ours."

"You're sure?"

"Positive. And I say we give her your name. Skye Solidarity sounds really cute."

"Wait—Tango—no," Jimmy said. "We give her your name too. If she's ours, not just mine, we should show that. She can be Skye Tek-Solidarity."

Tango leaned back so Jimmy could see him raising an eyebrow. "Solidarity-Tek."

"We'll see which one she chooses, if she agrees to let us adopt her."

Tango smiled. "And if she doesn't know or care, we go Solidarity-Tek."

Jimmy grinned and gave Tango a kiss. "Always too sweet to me."

"Only trying to give back what you grant me." Tango tucked himself back against Jimmy's side. "And Solidarity-Tek sounds better for her."

Jimmy huffed a small laugh. "If you say so." He ran his fingers through Tango's warm hair, the fire in it unable to burn him from their SoulBond.

"Should we talk to her in the morning? See if she wants us to adopt her?"

"I... I think we should."

Tango tilted his head and pressed a kiss to Jimmy's jaw. "Excited?"

"Nervous."

"Why? Even if she says no, she's our girl."

"I know."

—

Tango was still asleep when Jimmy woke Skye to have breakfast before taking her to Cleo's. She clung to him as he carried her downstairs and set her down on her usual stool at the kitchen counter. She slumped over the table, tired and groggy.

"Dad?" she asked quietly.

Jimmy froze. She'd always referred to her father as Papa. And she'd always called him Jimmy. "What's going on, kiddo?"

"Can I have an apple with breakfast this morning?"

"Of course, sweet pea." Jimmy didn't say anything about her calling him dad. Just grabbed an apple and set it in front of her while he prepared her toast.

"Is it okay if I call you Dad?" Skye asked. She looked up, deep blue eyes wide but tired, blinking slowly to try and stay awake. "Cleo said you and Tango are my dads. You are, right?"

Panicking a little, Jimmy yanked on the SoulBond between him and Tango. Wake up, Skye's talking about us being her dads, he thought frantically.

The SoulBond didn't warm. It blazed.

Be right down.

Jimmy took a deep breath and ruffled his wings as he toasted some bread for her. "Do you want us to be?" he asked carefully.

Upstairs, there was rumbling and then Tango came crashing haphazardly down the stairs, hastily clad in one of his work jumpsuits that was skewed off his shoulder. "Morning!" he greeted, crossing and kissing the back of Skye's head before adding some extra bread to be toasted. He kissed Jimmy's cheek and leaned against the counter.

Jimmy left him to watch the toast and went to put an arm around Skye's shoulders, careful to avoid pinching her feathers. "Sweet pea, if that's what you want..."

"Well you are, right? You take care of me. You love me... don't you?"

"Oh of course we love you," Jimmy said, giving her a squeeze. "You've brought so much joy into our lives since you came to live with us. If you want us to be your dads, then that's what we are."

"We were actually going to talk to you about that," Tango added. "We wanted to ask if you wanted us to officially adopt you. Give you our family name." He pulled her toast off the fire first, slathered some butter on it, set it on a plate, and set it on the counter in front of her. "We'd love to adopt you. For you to be our daughter legally and officially. But if that's not what you want, that's okay, sweetheart."

Jimmy bent to be at her eye level and pulled out his necklace, identical but opposite to hers. A bit of Blaze Rod and a white feather on a brown leather cord. "Look at me, Skye. You're already our daughter. This makes you family. Our family. Me and Tango, we're SoulBound. Our souls were tied together when I was born since I'm younger than him. We feel each other's emotions and can sometimes hear each other's thoughts. That's what makes us family to one another. But the fact that we love you—the fact that you have my feather and a piece of Tango's Blaze Rod—that's how we show you that you're our family too." He cradled the back of her head in its messy braid in one big hand. "Skye, you can call me Dad all you want. If you want me to be your dad, then that's what I'll be."

Skye looked between the two of them. "Adopting me means I'd be your daughter, right?"

"Legally and officially. We already consider you our kid. But adopting you would make it so that you can't be taken away from us."

Skye nodded. "I want you to adopt me."

Let's hope she remembers that when she's a teenager, Tango's thoughts said sarcastically in the back of Jimmy's head. Jimmy's wing twitched in a hush motion toward Tango. Tango didn't read Avian wing- and body-language as well as Skye could, but he knew Jimmy well enough to know what that meant.

"Okay, sweet pea. Then that's what we'll do. I'll talk to the courthouse today while you're at school. Is that okay?"

"Yeah."

"And what do you want your last name to be?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to be Skye Solidarity? Or Skye Tek? Or Skye Solidarity-Tek? Or Skye Tek-Solidarity?"

Skye blinked several times, looking between Jimmy and Tango a few times. "I get to choose?"

"Of course! We want you to like your name. And if you get to pick it, then you'll like it better, right?"

"I think so?" Skye fidgeted with a feather. "Can... Can I have both of your names?"

"Oh, Skye. Yes," Jimmy said. "Solidarity-Tek or Tek-Solidarity will be both of our names."

"Oh. Okay. Um..." She looked down and muttered under her breath. Hearing her name with either combination of last name.

Then she looked up.

"Is Skye Solidarity-Tek okay?" she asked.

"Oh, sweet pea, of course," Jimmy said.

"Why do you call me that?"

"A sweet pea is a type of flower that's really pretty and smell very nice," Jimmy said.

"They're also very helpful for potions," Tango added under his breath.

"Oh. Okay," Skye said.

"C'mon. Let's get your breakfast finished and then I'll redo your braid and we'll fly over to Cleo's."

"Okay."

—

"She'll need something to call you," Jimmy said softly as he and Tango sat in a waiting area of the courthouse, waiting for Scar or Bdubs to actually show up to do their job.

Tango twitched like Jimmy had startled him. Like he hadn't been listening. "What?"

"Skye. I think she'll probably end up calling me 'Dad.' But she used to call her father 'Papa.' So... she'll need something to call you," Jimmy said, elaborating a little.

Tango shrugged. "She can call me whatever. I don't really mind." He kicked his ankle up onto his opposite knee. "If it's not too similar to cause any bad memories, I'm down for just being Pops. Or something else. Doesn't make much difference to me. She can just call me Tango. I don't mind."

"We'll... we'll ask her later what she wants."

"Fine with me."

At that moment, Bdubs finally made his appearance, still in his judge's robes. "Whaddaya want, ya scoundrels?" he asked—loud and playful. Tango laughed as he stood up. Jimmy also hopped out of his chair, shuffling his wings back against his spine.

"We're adopting the kid we took in," Tango said. "Skye."

Bdubs blinked his big eyes. "Oh. Well, uh... let's go get some paperwork, then. Follow me." He waved with one arm. Tango and Jimmy followed along after him. "How long has that kid been staying with you?"

"Seven months now," Jimmy said.

"And ya wanna adopt her officially."

"Yep," Tango replied.

Bdubs slowed down and turned to Tango with narrowed eyes. "No, I'm serious. You wanna adopt her. Mr. I Don't Want Kids Ever Tek?"

Tango shrugged. "She's family now. She wormed her way into my heart and I'm not letting her go. She has no other family that she knows of. Or that we've been able to find. She's ours." He raised his bracelet to show the two feathers dangling off it.

"Oh, she's Avian."

"That's right," Jimmy said.

"I remember one of you mentioning that now. Okay. Yeah." He led them into an office and indicated for them to sit down. "So, there's a bit of paperwork you'll have to fill out."

"Understood," Tango said.

Bdubs was still giving him a scrutinizing look.

"You don't think I'll be a good parent or something?" Tango demanded, tone tight.

"You never wanted kids."

"Things change, Bubbles. Whether you think I'm an unworthy parent or not, she's my kid. I love her as my kid. She's brought us both so much joy and we want to raise her with love and happiness. We know it's not always going to be easy but it's going to be worth it. She's our little baby bird and I don't care what you think so long as you let me legally call her my daughter. We're going to take good care of her and be the best parents we can be." Tango's fire hair flickered hotter and faster.

The SoulBond warmed between them. Jimmy set a hand on Tango's knee. It's okay, Tango, he thought soothingly. His calm emotions washed over Tango, tempering the fire just a bit.

Bdubs sat back in his chair. "And that's what I wanted to hear," he said. He pushed some papers across his desk. "Fill these out. Then tomorrow you can bring Skye to the courthouse and we'll make it official." He took a quill out of the inkwell on his desk and passed it to Jimmy, who'd reached out first. Tango let him do the filling out. Tango was prone to smearing ink and Jimmy's handwriting was a bit neater.

But they sat close together and looked over the forms and quietly discussed how to fill them out.

"Solidarity-Tek," Tango reminded Jimmy when they got to that portion. "She decided Skye Solidarity-Tek." Tango smiled warmly. "As she should."

Jimmy gave Tango a warm smile. Reflected in their SoulBond heating up with a merry sort of heat.

Bdubs' wide eyes looked away as he pursed his lips.

—

"—and after reviewing the paperwork and interviewing the prospective parents, I have found you worthy of adopting young Skye here as your daughter. I hereby declare Tango Tek and Jimmy Solidarity the legal parents of Skye Solidarity-Tek," Bdubs said. The hearing hadn't been long. There was no legal battle or anything. This was a formality more than anything.

Scar beamed and clapped. "Congratulations to you both."

Skye squealed and bounced into a hug that Jimmy used to scoop her up onto his hip. She was still plenty small enough for him to do so and Jimmy was tall for an Avian. He wrapped his wings around her too and held her close. "Hear that, sweet pea? You're our daughter!"

"Yay!"

Tango—gently—batted one of Jimmy's wings out of the way so he could come into the little yellow-gold box of feathers and put his arms around both of them, holding his family close as Jimmy did the same. "Look at us! Whole little rancher family now, eh?" He ruffled Skye's hair—loose for once since they hadn't flown to the courthouse.

"A whole, little family, yeah," Jimmy agreed.

He kissed the top of Skye's head, then the top of Tango's.

"We're your dads, Skye," Tango said.

She beamed. "I'm happy you're my dads!"

"We're happy you're our daughter."

[artist-issues]

So if you could tell everyone about your favorite movie, what would you tell them about it?

PS I love your blog and your media deep dives

Thank you! So kind! Anything good I have to say is really just because of Jesus, not me. I'd tarnish and ruin good things, left on my own.

I keep trying to tell everyone about my favorite movie, but I get so choked with all the things I want to say—and knowing that the more deep I make it seem the less they'll like it because they're not accustomed to deep-diving into children's media and that'll skew their enjoyment of it—that I wind up falling back on the tried and true "it's so good, you have to see it, I can't believe you've never seen it before, we have to watch it!"

It's Lilo & Stitch.

Lilo & Stitch is incredible for so many reasons.

It was an underdog in the Disney Studio. One of their lowest-budget movies, in their B-Team Shabby Florida Studio, and only a handful of higher-ups really believed in it. And now it's one of their biggest, longest-lasting, farthest reaching worldwide franchises.

Disney was stuck in a rut of making only a certain handful of movies; Triumph-of-Humans Adventures, or Princess-Fantasies. And Chris Sanders, the guy who basically invented their Story Department during the "renaissance" period, came along and said, "let's break the mold. Let's just try something small, quirky, bold, and new. Let's flip the script on everything except good storytelling." Instead of Princesses, you get Normal Humans Living in a 2002 rural beach town. Instead of Magic you get Sci Fi—but only like five minutes of Sci-Fi. Instead of a Romance you get Family. And when we say "family," no, we don't mean, "Epic Lion King or Tarzan Coming-of-Age Destiny Stories—" we mean "orphans about to be split up by the foster care system, needing a friend." Instead of Lassie (pet movies, like 101 Dalmatians or Lady & the Tramp.) you get something closer to Gremlins meets E.T. Instead of an Epic Adventure, you get Smalltown Sister Tries to Find a Job. Instead of Dashing or Loveable Main Character you get Mildly Disgusting Main Character who picks his nose and pushes little orphan girls down, for fun. Instead of a Namable Famous City on Earth, like New York or London in their old movies, you get Nameless Town in Hawaii. Instead of Hero Triumphs, you get Villain Redeemed.

The style. All the alien ships look like fish, all the alien creatures look like some take on small-town animals like armadillos or pigs or bobcats, or more aquatic life. And then it matches with what? Small Town Hawaiian Imagery. So you get the idea that not only, stylistically, do the visuals of the movie blend well, but, Stitch not only doesn't belong in outer space among those aliens—he doesn't belong on Hawaii, where even the locals have something in common with the Galactic People, and he does not.

Watercolor backgrounds. Nobody was doing that. Nobody is doing that. They didn't have to do that. It's just beautiful, and soft.

Stitch. As a character. Name one other character whose arc starts with "you can never belong; there is nothing inside of you that is good." and then ends with "loved unconditionally, adopted into a family that loves him in spite of the trouble he brings them. In spite of his inability, at first, to love them back."

Lilo. Lilo is loved that same way by Nani. Nani willingly invites trouble into her already fraught life if it'll make Lilo the tiniest bit happier. Even though Lilo already makes Nani's life hard. Lilo, too, is about to go into the next phase of life with nothing—if the social worker takes her away, she'll have lost her parents, her sister, her home, and her hometown, which she's shown to know and love—and we've already seen how feeling lost and like she doesn't belong causes Lilo to act destructively, because her classmates treat her like she doesn't belong and Lilo beats the crap out of them. The directors said it like this: "Lilo is a future Stitch," if she's taken away.

All these characters have holding them together is this commitment to this definition of family: "Nobody gets left behind or forgotten." Lilo and Nani were "left behind" by their parents, because their parents died. Or they could think of it that way. But Nani doesn't. She does whatever she can to keep Lilo with her, and refuse to "leave Lilo behind." She's eighteen, nineteen—she could go on to college, live in a dorm, while her troublemaking sister goes to foster care. She has all these surf trophies on her nightstand—she could've been somebody if she'd left her family behind. But she doesn't. Whether Lilo loves her back or not, she won't leave Lilo behind. And guess what? Whether David, the surfer boy, gets Nani's love back or not, he loves her and is there for her. Whether Stitch loves Lilo back or not, she sticks with him—until she almost doesn't, but guess what, by then it's okay, because he's learned. He's been transformed by the idea "nobody gets left behind," which is just another term for "unconditional love."

The commitment to FOCUS. Chris Sanders is always good at this. But this movie could've been about, or addressed, DOZENS of social issues. It could've picked up the "government worker" flag. It could've picked up the "racism" flag, or the "classism" flag. It easily could've picked up the "feminism" flag, or the "be yourself" flag, or the "find who you truly are," or the "you're worth everything" flag. But it didn't. It CUT OUT previous scenes that would've addressed racism or classism. It JUST later-focused on one, universal, unifying theme that every human on this planet can understand, and relate to, and needs to be reminded of: "family loves unconditionally."

This movie is why I looked into being a storyteller. Just this movie; no other movie did it for me.

[sol-consort]

im obsessed with the line from allers about creepy turian fan mail. love letters that are so sentimental and tender they cross over into frightening. being way too intimate in writing to someone who barely knows them, if at all. it's so fun🌹

A well-structured society built on self-control, service of others, and utter devotion to the cause makes the best soldiers in the galaxy. The most efficient and organised military.

but...as an unforseen consequence, turians have absolutely zero chill.

"As uptight as a turian" is a common galactic phrase for a reason. It's hard for them to come off as casual. More often than not, it results in awkward encounters in their sincere-but-misinformed attempts at befriending the other species.

Their social awareness covers all the appropriate terminology to address your superior, a fellow man in arms, innocent civilians, an unruly enemy, they even have a whole script on addressing a once fellow soldier turned enemy.

But not friends.

It doesn't extend to coming up with good pick-up lines for the hot human at the bar, either.

The lines between "charmingly invested" and "intrusively creepy" tend to blend when it comes to a turian. They end up shooting themselves in the foot by either coming off too strong and intense or too cold and detached, depending on their self-restraint for the day.

All those feelings they keep repressed in order to be the ideal turian model have got to come out somewhere somehow.

Much like we need sunlight and physical touch or our mood inexplicably sours. Turians need to blow off steam every so often in order to remain the epitome of discipline, or they will grow agitated and feral.

And if a cute human celebrity catches their eye, oh, you've earned a loyal turian fan for life. The creepiest war-nerds fans you'll ever have, but immensely devoted.

Making the most hardcore fans you'll ever meet. Their admiration tethering on the edge of obsessing. Their fanmail is shamelessly intrusive and overwhelmingly intimate.

Pouring all of their intensity into this one person that they decided to worship for life. There is determination in their step, head fringes more puffed, talons shinier, shots more precise than ever. A noticeable improvement in their health and performance ever since they started writing you weekly letters.

Greatly detailing the events of their last dream where a batarian group kidnapped you and their team was tasked by the government to rescue the human celebrity, instead of the human military because "turians just do it better"—how you ended up clinging to their arms as they carried you to safety, calling them your hero, looking in awe at their sharp talons, asking if you can touch them. The sensual kiss that followed, your cute pink human tongue, oh so short, their longer blueish one easily covering it whole.

—only for their eyes to snap open, looking up at the ceiling, laying on their bed, alone.

The sound of their purring filling the room whole, they've never heard it that loud before, the vibration in their throat is overwhelmingly intense.

The taste of your lips at the tip of their tongue, their soft sensation ghosting over their hard shell.

As for the reminder of the letter, they mention all their favourite moments in your last interview. They made one of your shots during it their omni-tool background! They're absolutely in love with your new wardrobe. Human fashion is so eyecatching and tantalising, especially the colour you wore in the interview. Did you know its the same colour as their clan tattoo? What a small world, or maybe it's fate? You'd look amazing in anything, actually. Even nude, especially that. Sometimes, you wear really tight shorts and flimsy tops, and they picture a vivid image of the silhouette of your soft body underneath. By the spirits, how are humans so plump?

[enkisstories]

The mechanic, the scavenger and the wrecker

Have an outtake of the Star Wars fic I'm currently writing.

The story is set after TRoS and continues my "The wrecking of the Steadfast", at the end of which General Hux has joined the Resistance. The outake has him interacting with Chewie and Threepio, two veterans of the rebel alliance. It goes better than expected.

In a tiny chamber adjacent to the Millenium Falcon’s crew quarters Armitage Hux sat on an ancient computer stuffed between the controls of the freight lift and a stack of crates. This computer had been old already before the man’s birth, but the simple dictionary program Hux was running would – hopefully – not tax it to its limits. Granted, the software was as outdated as the machine it ran on, but Hux wasn’t interested in “Modern Shyriiwook permutations in response to three fucking wars within the same number of generations” – he wanted to learn the language’s basics.

So far everything had went swimmingly: The student had matched Basic words in the Aurebesh script to the Shyriiwook translation, all of them new vocables from yesterday’s lesson. Then the computer had shown him definitions in the foreign language that Hux had typed the correct Shyriiwook word in.

Hux was already fluent in Bocce and High Galactic, could get by in Huttese (although unlike the other two, try as he might he couldn’t switch his brain to think in that language) and kept up with every new iteration of Binary. Picking up passive fluency in Chewbacca’s mother tongue shouldn’t have been an issue, just a light exercise to pass time during the flight. Except that when the computer projected a hologram that chatted away at the student, Hux didn’t understand a single word. Closing his eyes to better focus on the sounds didn’t help either.

I was so certain… By now I could write simple poems in Shyriiwook, so why can’t I understand any of this?

The human pulled his lips back, baring his teeth in the process, and growled!

The sound caused Chewie to break from whatever he had been doing in the common room and take a look at the goings-on in the antechamber.

Hux turned around with the chair he was sitting on.

“Oh… er. Sorry. Rabid dog of the First Order. You know.”

Wordlessly Chewbacca grabbed the chair’s backrest. Keeping his head high as to avoid catching a whiff of the human’s pungent citrus scented hair styling gel he turned it back into its original position so that Hux could see the contents of the screen again. It now showed a green checkmark and a rating of 98%. Apparently the student had just near-correctly pronounced a Shyriiwook word when anything above fifty percent was unheard of. Not even Han Solo with a cold had ever managed come closer than ratings in the forties and little Ben’s attempt after eating chalk had resulted in a sad two percent only (it was still stored in the system, but fortunately for adult Ben Hux hadn’t happened upon this gem yet).

“What did I just say?” Hux uttered, as perplexed as the Wookie and probably also the computer program.

C-3PO made his way past Chewbacca. Hux smiled at the droid. Over the course of his adventure with the Resistance they had become unlikely friends, but Threepio was closest to the newest recruit in his approach to the world: they were the protocol nerds and numbers crunchers and in each other they had finally met a likeminded individual.

“Nothing in particular”, Threepio explained. “That was an expression added to a low priority request to signify urgency on a subjective level. Think ordering in a cantina when you are not in a hurry, but you really crave a slice of cake.”

Ah. Fortunately that wasn’t an issue at the moment. The Falcon was well stocked with provisions; Captain Barley and Maggie had seen to that before the freighter had left New Harvest. After those recent lean days they now had plenty of ham, bread (not the First Order regulation brand) and fruit and nobody had to feel bad for putting an extra lump of sugar into their tea.

“So… “Get a move on”?” Hux ventured.

“(It’s not difficult to understand why YOU and Poe Dameron are together. You’re both…)” Chewbacca finished his sentence with a gesture.

“Ten fingers? Ey… two handful?”

“Hrm.”

The Wookie sat down on one of the cargo crates. From that vantage point he studied Hux intently. It was rare for the man to face someone taller than himself. He didn’t like it at all, and his disadvantaged position would normally have activated all kinds of attack impulses. Not so right now. In this moment after his inadvertent language “prodigy” moment, Hux’s head sank and he told the floor in a low voice:

“I bit off more than I can chew with those studies. After all those days I still cannot understand a single word.”

Chewie leaned forward and grabbed the human by his borrowed shirt, that the crew still was not completely certain whom it had belonged to before. He forced Hux to look up, growling something, that C-3PO immediately translated:

“He said the Resistance has no place for quitters, Master Cycen.”

Right. Isbrand Cycen. His alias. So it was coming down to this, fit in or get left behind on New Harvest after all, nevermind that the Falcon had hyperjumped since then. If Hux/Cycen abandoned his language studies now, what guarantee did Resistance Command have that he’d finish a mission? Oh, yes, that sort of doubt was sooo unfamiliar to the young General…

It was the same everywhere, and yet, the Wookie’s grip radiated the same reassuring support that had led to the traitor turning into a defector over the course of their adventure on the colony world.

The dilemma was not lost to Threepio. Not waiting for the humanoids to speak up again, he supplied his own advice: “To understand Shyriiwook you have to pay attention to body language and mimic as well as the general context.”

“All the things I suck at, check.”

“Why don’t you practice with a native speaker?” Threepio suggested. “I’ll go fetch something to help with the thinking.”

Hux was about to shout: “That’s not necessary, Wookies are in fact highly intelligent!” He already had his mouth open before it struck him that the droid already knew this. Threepio had gotten initialized with the knowledge he, Hux, had discovered for himself only so recently. The brain that needed greasing was his own.

Alas, even with hot strawberry tea and grape sugar pressed into handy pills progress was painfully slow. But progress there was. Some at least.

Hux smiled when he immediately noticed Chewbacca switch from teaching pronunciation to his actual mode of speech at the end of the exercise. So he was able to detect some differences at least.

“(Second smile today – suits you, brat. Don’t translate this, Threepio.)”

Threepio winced, started raising his arms in protest, but then again valued them too much to disobey the order. The first words he was allowed to translate again were:

“(How’s he holding up?)”

“He? Oh. Ren. He’s…” Hux shook his head. “We don’t speak a lot.”

“(Same.)”

“Are you saying I should?”

“(No. And that goes for all of us, especially myself.)”

“Because on the Steadfast…”

Chewie nodded.

“(Exactly. When he tortured me for information, that was different from if you had done so. Getting at the information was secondary for Ben. He was mainly raging at me as a symbol of his past and then against himself, so now I can’t really tell whether I want to cuddle him or rip an arm out. I mean, I know what I should do and what I will do, I just… Sometimes I don’t know how I feel about all of this.)”

A moment of vulnerability… Back home it would have gotten called weakness, and showing weakness once would have made that person perceived as weak in all regards. That wasn’t how things were working here.

Chewbacca’s next sentence Hux recognized as a question even before C-3PO had started translating. Hearing it in basic, however, made the man wish the words had never gotten spoken, for Chewbacca was asking about the time when Kylo Ren had come to the First Order. At first it was painful to talk about someone else’s troubles, when Hux had so much emotional baggage of his own. But then he realized that in telling Chewbacca about Kylo, he was also talking about his own past. He held back nothing, spoke matter of factly, and in the process gave insights into the First Order’s routines and inner workings that otherwise would have been difficult to get out of a captive, even of a defector willing to share everything he knew, because much of what Hux revealed would never have occurred to him as worth passing on to his new allies. At times his words caused disgust, then Hux had to rewind five seconds in his head and look again at the scene he had described to maybe understand what was so gag-inducing about it.

“(Alright)”, Chewbacca eventually said. “(Update the database with those customs codes and protocols you mentioned. They might come in handy. When you’re done, we should be close to Emeraldin.)”

“Will do.”

Chewbacca left the room, followed by C-3PO.

“You’re awfully patient with Master Cycen”, the droid remarked.

“(The way I see it, a crime of the magnitude of his isn’t paid for by getting executed or suffering. The snotty brat needs to make amends and I’ll make certain that he does so to the fullest of his capabilities. If he needs to smile to get us there, then I’ll make him, if he needs a cattle prod into the backside, then I’ll deliver that.)”

And also, but this detail the Wookie kept from Threepio, the killer of Hosnia’s presence was a constant reminder that Ben Solo hadn’t been the worst person in the galaxy. Small comfort as that was…

Full chapter here.

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What Languages Do They Speak in "Dune"?

"Dune," the epic science fiction novel by Frank Herbert, has captivated readers and viewers for decades. Its richly imagined universe, intricate political landscapes, and diverse cultures are brought to life not only through the narrative but also through the languages spoken by its characters. Probably inspired by the turmoil of the late 20th century, with the Cold War included, "Dune" tells a dystopian story of the future, where various great houses control planetary fiefs in an interstellar society. In this blog post, we will explore the fascinating linguistic world of "Dune" and shed light on the various languages used throughout the series, including those in the second Dune movie. So, if you're wondering "what language do they speak in Dune", "what language is spoken in Dune", or "what language do the Fremen speak", you will find your answers here! In this article, we'll look into the following topics: - The Galach Language: A Universal Tongue - Fremen Language: The Voice of the Desert - Are there any ancient languages in "Dune" or "Dune 2"? - What Language Do They Speak in Dune 2? - Is There Arabic in Dune? - The Diversity of Dune Languages - What language do the Sardaukar speak? - Is Dr. Yueh Speaking Mandarin? - What language do the Atreides speak? - The Dune Language Translator - Is Dune Based on Islam? Let's start! FAQ: What language is being spoken in Dune? The most widely spoken language in Dune is Galach. It is a universal tongue derived from English and a number of Slavic languages. What is the secret language in Dune? The secret language was spoken by the Sardaukar, fierce and elite soldiers of the Padishah Emperor. It was briefly spoken in the Dune movie from 2021. Is Galach a real language? Galach is a fictional language created by Frank Herbert for Dune. What language is Lisan al Gaib? "Lisan al Gaib" is a Fremen term used for an off-world prophet or messiah. It may come from Arabic, "لسان الغيب," (lisaan al-ghaib) meaning "tongue of the unseen/missing." What language did the Fremen speak? The Fremen used a language of the same name. It descended from Arabic and Chakobsa, which a tongue used by House Atreides as their battle language. Is the language spoken by Fremen based on Arabic? The Fremen language resembles Arabic. The Fremen culture was also based by Herbert on historical Islam. The Galach Language: A Universal Tongue When it comes to Dune languages, the most widely spoken one is Galach. Often referred to as the "common tongue" or "trade language," Galach serves as a lingua franca or an official language for interstellar communication. This Dune language originated mainly from English and various Slavic tongues and, as it usually happens, evolved and changed over the millennia. It allows individuals from diverse planets and cultures to interact and trade. The High Galactic Alphabet, also known as the Galach script, is used to write this language. The High Galactic Alphabet plays a crucial role in the transmission of knowledge and information across the universe. What language do the house Atreides speak? In universe of "Dune", House Atreides, one of the central great families in the story, primarily speaks Galach. However, they also have their own language, reflective of their rich heritage and traditions. The Fremen Language: The Voice of the Desert The Fremen are a desert-dwelling people native to the desert planet Arrakis, also known as "Dune". And what language do the Fremen speak? While Galach may be the common language, the Fremen language is also one of the prominent tongues in this fascinating universe. This Dune language, deeply rooted in their desert culture, holds significant importance in the storyline, reflecting their struggles, beliefs, and way of life. It descends from Arabic, but it became simpler over the years. We'll look into the Arabic features of this language later in the article! The Hunting Language When talking about the Fremen language, it is also worth to mention the hunting language. It is a non-vocal system of hand signals and gestures designed to be silent and discreet. Fremen warriors use these signals to communicate with each other during hunts or battles, without alerting potential prey or enemies to their presence. The ability to communicate silently is crucial in the hostile and harsh environment of Arrakis, where even the slightest noise can have severe consequences. Is Dune Based on Islam? "Dune" has often been interpreted as having parallels with various real-world cultures and religions. Some readers and viewers have drawn connections between the Fremen culture and Islamic influences, citing similarities in language, customs, and social structure. However, Frank Herbert did not intend "Dune" to be a direct allegory of any particular religion or culture. Instead, he used a wide range of influences to construct a unique and multidimensional world. The Mysterious Languages of the Sardaukar This Dune languages come from two powerful factions in the "Dune" universe. The Sardaukar, the fierce and elite soldiers of the Padishah Emperor, speak a secret language known only to their ranks. This tongue can be briefly heard in the Dune movie from 2021. What Language Do They Speak in Dune 2? With the release of the second Dune movie, fans were introduced to new cultures and characters, each bringing their languages to the big screen. While Galach remains the universal language, the movie further explores other linguistic elements, adding depth to the already immersive world of "Dune". But are there any other Dune languages? Are there any ancient languages in "Dune" or "Dune 2"? There are references to ancient languages that add depth and historical context to the story. One notable ancient language mentioned in the series is "Old Earth," which is believed to be the ancestor of several modern languages, including Galach. In the "Dune" novels, characters occasionally reference ancient history as well as Old Earth words and proverbs, showcasing the language's enduring influence even in the distant future. The use of Old Earth expressions also serves to highlight the continuity of human culture and history across time and space. Additionally, the Bene Gesserit, a powerful and secretive sisterhood in the "Dune" series, possess a vast store of ancient knowledge, including languages. They are known to have preserved and studied various ancient languages and texts, which contributes to their enigmatic aura and mystique in the universe. Is There Arabic in Dune? One of the most intriguing aspects of "Dune" is its cultural inspiration, which includes elements from various real-world cultures. While the Fremen language draws inspiration from Arabic, it is not a direct representation of the Arabic language. Frank Herbert's world-building is a unique blend of influences, creating a vibrant and distinct linguistic landscape with original words and phrases. An example of influences drawn from Arabic words in the Fremen language may be the expression "Sietch". It is used to describe the Fremen's underground communities or settlements in the deep desert. It resembles the Arabic word "سيتش" (pronounced "saytch"), meaning "to camp" or "to pitch a tent." Dr. Yueh Speaking Mandarin: Fact or Fiction? There is a popular myth among Dune enthusiasts that Dr. Wellington Yueh, a prominent character in the series, speaks Mandarin. However, canonical sources do not support this claim. Unfortunately, there is no Dune language mentioned in the books that would be reserved for Dr Yueh. It leaves room for interpretation and speculation among fans. The Dune Language Translator Given the significance of languages in "Dune," many fans have yearned for a functional Dune language translator. While some online tools claim to offer translation services, it's essential to approach them with caution, as these translations might not be accurate or faithful to the source material. The intricate nuances of languages in "Dune" require a deeper understanding and cultural context to be accurately translated. It's better to rely on well-informed sources, such as Frank Herbert books themselves. If you're a big fan of Dune (or just became, thanks to our article) and want to discuss this marvelous work of art with other people, don't limit yourself only to your language. Contrary to Dune tongues, translating real-world languages gets way easier when you use a voice translator from Vasco. You can chat in different languages, translate images to understand foreign alphabet, use text to speech translation, and more. Conclusion In this article, we answered the following question: "What language do they speak in Dune?". We also learned more about these issues: "what language do the Fermen speak", "What language do the Atreides speak?" and "Is the language in Dune Arabic?" The Diversity of Dune Languages Herbert's genius lies in his ability to craft a universe where cultures, languages, and identities are diverse and multifaceted. The characters in "Dune" come from different backgrounds and planets, each speaking their own languages, further emphasizing the vastness and complexity of the "Dune" universe. While Galach serves as the common tongue for interstellar communication, each planet and faction brings its own language, adding depth and richness to the narrative. As "Dune 2" expands the universe even further, fans can anticipate a more intricate tapestry of languages and cultures, weaving together a masterful and immersive experience. Whether it's the enigmatic Fremen language, the secretive tongue of the Sardaukar, or the noble Atreides' heritage, "Dune" reminds us of the power and beauty of language in shaping worlds and telling captivating stories. As we await more adaptations and explore the ever-expanding universe of "Dune," let us cherish the linguistic brilliance that adds another layer of brilliance to this iconic sci-fi masterpiece. In the nutshell: "Dune," the epic science fiction novel by Frank Herbert, features a diverse array of languages that enrich its intricately imagined universe. The most widely spoken language is Galach, a universal tongue derived from English and Slavic languages, serving as the common language for interstellar communication. The Fremen, native to the desert planet Arrakis, have their own language with roots in Arabic, reflecting their culture and struggles. While Arabic influences are present, "Dune" is not based on Islam, as the author drew inspiration from various real-world cultures and religions. Additionally, the secretive Sardaukar soldiers have their own mysterious language, and there are references to ancient languages like "Old Earth." The complexity of languages in "Dune" contributes to its immersive storytelling, making it a beloved classic for readers and viewers alike. Read the full article

[snowgrave]

someone help me i made a character and shes an android made to look like and Be a galactic pop star. really friendly but essentially runs on a script and cant Actually converse with people in like a really individualized way. shes like any ai chatbot at first ok. anyways shes blonde (like a lighter honey color) and her signature color to wear is light blue. this is in a universe where unnatural eye/hair colors are natural as well, just less common. categorizing natural as the first 3 and unnatural as purple and gold.

[captain-ultimat-doggo]

Y'know what I got more. Also I'm certain I've seen something about tiny humans in space before so probably pulling inspiration from that.

The humans who travel through space have tactical gear to navigate everything. I'm talking futuristic body armor with grappling hooks and "bug zappers" that are just lightsabers. I mean we've got little drones so we can monitor what's happening in our ships without leaving the safety of our walls, with wrist/forearm mounted monitors and controls for them. Like built in futuristic gills/air filters so we're existing in ships without friendly atmospheres, or swimming through pipes, and are just fine. Hell, maybe the boots are even retractable roller skates for ease of movement if you go out on the smooth floors these aliens seem to prefer. It's about efficiency, I swear.

A kind of Spray paint/ink is used to communicate. Those huge graffiti style bubble letters are actually the easiest script that humans can make and giants can read. An experience Triloxon engineer once woke after passing out at its station, and found its blueprints completed and edited in strangely detailed stylized letters. And somehow the room temperature had been changed to a comfortable sleeping temperature for it. It took like a week to convince the crew about its run in with a friendly Borrower.

And we're online. We are SO online. The galactic nets are filled with humans and we're spreading so much misinformation on our little rogue travelers, who are known by so many names. Some people call them "Borrowers" or "Ships Rats" or "Stowaways" or if you want to insult them, the galactic common word for "Vermin". But we're also looking out for them. No one knows exactly where it started but a tradition is spread and accepted by all.

"if you think there is a human onboard, leave a gift. If you'd like them to leave, trap it. If they accept, you've got yourself a Human. If it goes untouched, you were probably imagining things."

The traps very rarely go off. Because we started this tradition, after all. It's not a gift, it's a litmus test. if the Human doesn't know every component of the gift, whether it's trapped or not, then this isn't the place for them. Because it is very dangerous to operate in a place where not only do you not know the crew and the ship well enough to be surprised or trapped. Common advice from the older more experienced shiprats, the ones who've managed to befriend and trust their crews and ride on their shoulders to give advice as they work, and string their hammocks in a cupboard where they can be contacted, is harsh but honest.

"If they know enough about you to leave a gift and you haven't even tapped their cams or set up your own surveillance, leave the gift and bail at the next port."

"If they try to open the walls to reach you or find your hideout, it's time to go."

"We are hardly more than spiders to them. We catch their pests and spin our nests in the walls. We do no harm. But there are always people who hate and kill spiders. There will always be giants who squash humans."

"Do not let them into your heart until you've already stolen theirs."

"The Fralcx race fucking LOVES cinnamon. It's the best bargaining tool in your repertoire. Just offer to put cinnamon in their tea mix and you'll have an ally for life.". " Same goes for Quillions mangoes, for some reason."

A favorite pastime is humans using throwaway accounts to respond to their crew posting "I think there's a human in the walls, what do I do?" Posts to see if they can test the waters on what the crew really thinks.

One alien panics over designing a gift because Xey don't want to be condescending so they end up designing and fabricating what essentially is a tiny house,with dimensions to fit in the walls, and algae pools to create the correct atmosphere inside. The thing is on Levo-strips so the human could pull it around and put it wherever they like without much effort.

Xey find it gone the next morning and a note spray painted in its place, which said Thank You not only in Galactic Common, but also xer native language. Which the human regrets when the acid tears start falling through the grating and they have to book it. (They have a new house to stash somewhere in the ship, after all.)

There's a popular TV Show inspired by Tom & Jerry about a human refusing to leave a ship piloted by a single, very exhausted Felixine who keeps setting out traps as tradition says to when denying a human, only for those traps to be disabled and the bait gone, and then walk into a trap himself. It tops charts in 8 systems

Humans entering space and realizing we are so small. We are mice compared to these giant races with their advanced machinery and technologies and experiences beyond us- except that we're humans. And our engineers dive into the new tech and once we learn the principles we also soon realize how Inefficient everything is. Their "microchips" are the size of cars, their storage drives are basically buildings, and they somehow store less data than ours. So, human companies take advantage, and tech starts rolling out. Massive and there's a lot of wasted space so that it can be managed with larger hands/pincers/claws/tentacles, but also so much more efficient than anything the galaxy has seen before.

Human technicians start hopping ships and upkeeping the general maintenance, the stuff that most aliens put off or don't notice because they never access the crevices of their ships. As human companies become more popular and lead the tech world in everything from warp cores to game stations ("it's so compact! How are the graphics so good?" Says a 60' tall grimbleback, holding a new VR headset that has all of its components included because it's so BIG by our tech standards), soon many things have accessibility ports for humans to be able to use as well. This means that these shiprats hoping ship to ship cause such a huge improvement in everything running smoothly, and there's a huge downtick in pests on ships because those "pests" are not only big enough and aggressive enough to bite a pitbull or a person in half, they're invasive to so many planets and humans hate nothing more than dog killing planet overrunning monsters.

All the while, from the Aliens perspective, humans are an elusive race that don't fraternize much with them. You almost never see a human as most places aren't exactly safe for the little things to run around in. They do export so much stuff though, and the custodial staff at the Central Galactic Outpost insists that there's more humans around than any other race if you just know where to look.

And sure it's somewhat known that some of the little daredevils hop ships and help out in exchange for room and board, usually without permission, but that can't be that common, can it?

Maybe your ship is running better this cycle ever since you stopped at the last station, that just means that tuneup was better than you thought. And maybe for some reason that program you were working on last night is finished when you wake up, but you're so tired maybe you finished it before you passed out. Somehow that faulty light in the galley has fixed itself as well, which is odd, but maybe the Engineer finally got to it. You'd know if there was someone else on your ship.

Right?

... You leave a little bowl of berries out as a thank you, just in case. You're not sure what humans like but you've heard they have a sweet tooth.

[leanstooneside]

A fool in a gown is none the wiser

◊ THE ENTIRE EXTERIOR

◊ THE MOST PART

◊ THE LONG BRITISH

◊ THE AURORAL CURTAIN

◊ THE PICTORIAL SYMBOLS

◊ THE HUMEROUS CONNECTS

◊ THE MINERAL FLUORSPAR

◊ THE COMPLETE GARMENT

◊ THE MURAL DETERIORATED

◊ THE YOUNG LEAVES

◊ THE COLORED BANDS

◊ THE GEODETIC ZENITH

◊ THE FEDERAL SURVEY

◊ THE ANCIENT GAMES

◊ THE THEMATIC MATERIAL

◊ THE GENERAL FORM

◊ THE ISOLATED FARMSTEAD

◊ THE SOLE FOOD

◊ THE FULL SOVIET

◊ THE MODERN BLAST

◊ THE OTHER END

◊ THE DESCENT STAGE

◊ THE RED ALGAE

◊ THE BITTER TASTE

◊ THE SYSTEMATIC HELLENIZATION

◊ THE LOWER JAW

◊ THE COMMON NAME

◊ THE MOST VALUABLE

◊ THE PHOTOSYNTHETIC PROCESS

◊ THE ARTIFICIAL HORIZON

◊ THE ORAL TRADITION

◊ THE GRACEFUL HULA

◊ THE SUBSEQUENT DECADE

◊ THE MANY CAUSES

◊ THE LAST YEARS

◊ THE ANCIENT EGYPTIANS

◊ THE SURGICAL REMOVAL

◊ THE YOUNGER GREENSTONE

◊ THE INDIVIDUAL PIECES

◊ THE METAL HOOP

◊ THE SINOAURICULAR NODE

◊ THE MANY OTHERS

◊ THE GHOULISH UNCLE

◊ THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT

◊ THE BEST KNOWN

◊ THE DENSE HEAD

◊ THE MAIN DATA

◊ THE PHENOTYPIC EXPRESSION

◊ THE MECHANICAL FLOTATION

◊ THE BESTKNOWN

◊ THE GEOMAGNETIC FIELD

◊ THE TRADITIONAL GARB

◊ THE LOWER PART

◊ THE LIGHTER ISOTOPE

◊ THE GALACTIC CENTER

◊ THE GLOTTAL STOP

◊ THE FUNDAMENTAL IDEA

◊ THE NARRATIVE USE

◊ THE FINANCIER DANIEL

◊ THE FERTILE LANDS

◊ THE LARGEST SATELLITE

◊ THE SAME TIME

◊ THE HIEROGLYPHIC SCRIPT

◊ THE MOST VERSATILE

◊ THE POPULAR NAME

◊ THE HERALDIC SYMBOL

◊ THE FARFLUNG

◊ THE MAJOR VEGETATION

◊ THE VOCAL CORDS

◊ THE LAST APACHE

◊ THE TYPICAL AMERICAN

◊ THE SMALL PERENNIALS

◊ THE MEDIUM HELPED

◊ THE BEST COMING

◊ THE THYROID GLAND

◊ THE HIGHEST FERTILITY

[id-agent6031]

Random OOC ramble about Kiraq

I wanna rant and ramble about this, so suffer.

So for starters, the plural and singular is Kiraq. They speak Galactic Common Language (which is just a slightly older form of English) and Kiraqian as their main two forms of communication, and in their universe, they are one of the most respected and feared species, second to humans and a few mindless predators only.

Despite them being one of the most powerful species in the galaxy, there are only about about three hundred thousand Kiraq in total.

They do not do names, they have a number identification system to keep them all in track. And the numbers all mean different things. All Kiraq are selectively bred and trained, not cloned, but similar. DNA is taken from every Kiraq and stored in huge vats, that DNA is carefully selected from and used to create new Kiraq when they need more. Kiraq are not familiar with concept of training, throwing their young right into training and brainwashing.

The lower your number is as a Kiraq, the more important you are.

1-100

These numbers are saved for Kiraq that are deceased but worthy of remembering, only the numbers up to 68 are used currently, and every hundred years or so, there's a new one added. 1 is the Kiraq that established their current society, 2-68 are a series of heroes that died wiping out different species.

101-108

These are the Council, which are 8 Kiraq that are selectively bred and engineered to be the smartest of the species. They're kind of weird. They're life span is planned out and they are protected explicitly they can reach the coveted age of 200, which is when the next Council will be ready to take over after selective breeding. If a Council member dies early, the space is left blank until the next set of Council members complete training. No more than 2 Council members have died early.

109-111

The three Elders. These are the three oldest Kiraq, besides the Council, and they use their wisdom of age to benefit the species and society. If an Elder dies, They're replaced by the next oldest Kiraq. They Elders are usually about 150, most Kiraq don't live over 100 because they're killed by other species.

112-9,999

These are the Breeders, the one that are in charge of breeding the next generations. I have to fix the script I posted to reflect this.

1,000-5,999

These are the Kiraq Agents. Out of the whole species, they're the ones with the most difficult and hard training.

They are essentially spies, sent on solo missions to report, fix, break, or punish other species. 6,031, the Kiraq on this blog, is an anomaly because she was selectively bred to be an Agent but she got demoted so much, she slipped her ranking down. However, it is illegal for a Kiraq to pick or get assigned a new occupation, so she's the lowest ranking Kiraq Agent in history.

6,000-99,999

These are the Scientists, aka inventors, explorers, etc. They create all of Kiraq's tech, they log new species and one of them is a member of the Galactic Database, they record Kiraq's history, they cure diseases and serve as doctors as well. They plan cities, and they handle providing rations to other Kiraq, and keep ships running smoothly.

10,000-99,999

These are lower class soldiers known as Hoardes, they are trained to fight in large groups, destroying whole planets.

100,000+ (the max number is around around 300,000, but never exact)

These are the Masses. Basically slaves for physical labor.

Kiraq are widely known to not feel fear. This is a falsehood that most Kiraq believe. Kiraq are absolutely capable of feeling fear, and the Council are the only ones that know this for a fact.

The lie is reinforced by brainwashing and training. Most Kiraq that exhibit too many traits of fear to an enemy or admit to being afraid to an Elder or Council member are locked up to cleanse the species.

However, it is illegal for one Kiraq to kill another. So these afraid Kiraq are stripped of their ID and called Nameless, and are held in individual cells until they die or until the Breeders have fixed them.

Breeders are allowed to do experiments on Nameless, though only the Elders and the Council are aware of this. The experiments are meant to fix the Nameless of their fear, when in reality its just purposely traumatizing them until they give in and act more normal. Only a handful of Nameless survive and get reintroduced to society with a new ID.

[ideas-on-paper]

I absolutely share your doubts about that script being Khelish; that alphabet has c and k as two separate letters, and in all the Quarian names/terms that I've seen, I couldn't find a single c. (Save for the one coupled with an h as in "Rannoch" and "Charoum"; I agree that they'd probably have a separate letter for the ch phoneme in Khelish, as you suggested.) Therefore, I'd believe that this script is ME's equivalent of Galactic Basic rather than Khelish. (I have no idea why it would be found on old Quarian stone tablets though.)

Actually, I recently did a fun experiment after I found out that a life-size replica of the Geth Pulse Rifle exists:

I tried to decipher the characters on the weapon with the "Khelish" alphabet, and what I came up with was this:

Near the muzzle: wxuvu (backwards: uvuxw)

At the top: no mljk (backwards: kjlm on)

Near the grip: gfedcba (backwards: abcdefg)

As you can see, it doesn't make a lot of sense. I even tried reading it backwards to see whether this would result in something more understandable, but nope. (I started laughing when I realized the last one was basically just the first letters of the ABC.)

That doesn't even take into consideration the question of why the Geth would even have writing on their weapons in the first place. It wouldn't make much sense for Geth to care about outward appearances. So, why TF is it there?

Maybe I can just pretend it's info about the weapon/instructions on how to use it that the weapons dealers scribbled on there. (Geth Pulse Rifles are rarely salvaged and no one has been able to reproduce them; since it's not a common weapon, you might want to inform your customer about a few things to keep in mind when using it.)

Mass Effect Alphabet, aka Milky Way writing system

For reference :

Source : https://www.pinterest.com/pin/anyone-interested-in-khelish-alphabet-quarian-alphabet-from-mass-effect-i-made-this-d-gaming--913245630657665250/

The person who deciphered the alphabet calls it Khelish, but we see it used outside of quarian ships. We just don't know who came up with it first. Here I think Doylist trumps Watsonian, because the writing isn't supposed to be translated, it's supposed to look alien. So even though Kasumi identifies the writing on those tablets as "quarian", I'd hesitate to call the script quarian because the devs re-used an asset.

Otherwise, why would the non-humans on the Citadel use their own alphabet to write in English ?

When I'm referring to "semiotic standard" in the tags, I'm thinking of Ron Cobb's iconography for Alien :

Source : https://projectrho.com/public_html/rocket/symbols.php#id--Semiotic_Standard

In my headcanon, you can find them across Alliance vessels. Presumably, what I tag as "mass effect semiotic standard" is evidence that the Citadel species have their own.

One point of note on the numbers of the Milky Way writing system : the numbers are clearly base-10 (since they're meant to ape our own), but beside 0, they're clearly divided in three subsets of three digits, with an additional bar suggesting an additional digit.

Completely gratuitous headcanon, because I'm incorrigible and I just like to make up stuff : if I had to give those numbers to anyone, I'd give them to the asari. We know they probably use base-10 mathematics (the only thing we know for sure is that they don't use base-12 but someone had to come up with the 10-heavy Citadel standard time, and it ain't anyone with three fingers), and 3 is probably a significant number in asari culture, or at least the cultures that were heavily influenced by the Athame Doctrine (3 aspects of the Goddess, 3 statues of Athame in her temple on Thessia in ME3, 1 Goddess + 2 guides + significance of 3 in real-life Wiccan and neopagan traditions which heavily influenced the Athame Doctrine and the asari in general).

Plus, y'know, the asari are supposed to have cultural hegemony.

If there's one writing system I'm really curious about, it's this one :

At the very least, we can say that, canonically, the primordial Athamist society appears to have used a vertical writing system.

(And also there are bird-like creatures on Thessia).

[aenor-llelo]

what are all the dialects/languages written and spoken in orp? i always forget the difference between script and endewrit

the languages that have been shown so far

Script- the common "universal" language, native to the Overworld. Indicated with Latin alphabet.

Talon- the native language of elytron and avians, used in Sky. Is slowly dying out as an ethnic minority language due to limited accessibility of speech. Indicated with Daedric alphabet.

Khorsh- the piglin language and the primary trade language of the Nether, indicated with a Kuruntic font.

Ender- the language of the End. Only spoken/written by endermen, or those who work closely with them.

Endewrit/Enchant- the language of magic. Indicated using the Standard Galactic font, which is the font used for enchantment in Minecraft.

[dornish-queen]

Pedro Pascal - La Vanguardia

With Javier Peña's mustache as his hallmark, the 'Narcos' and 'Game of Thrones' actor is filming in Budapest with Nicolas Cage and Paco León

Pascal, cultured, seductive and reflective, repeats as Loewe's ambassador for its Solo Mercurio perfume and is a model for 'Magazine Lifestyle'

SYLVIA MARTI   12/13/2020 06:00

 Casual striped jacket, tousled hair, exquisite punctuality, and a room in Budapest. There is something about this man, generous in smiles and answers, great talkative, attractive without clichés. Pedro Pascal, 45 years old and face success. He shot The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent in the Hungarian capital with Nicolas Cage and Paco León, who apparently encouraged the show a lot; We see him without seeing him in the Star Wars universe as a galactic bounty hunter in The Mandalorian and he is Maxwell Lord, the eighties villain of Wonder Woman 1984 , perhaps the only blockbuster that, if nothing goes wrong, will make us happy Christmas.

Session in Budapest The Chilean actor shoots 'The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent' in the Hungarian capital with Nicolas Cage and Paco León

(full article and photos under the cut)

Chilean by birth, his family left the country fleeing the Pinochet dictatorship when he was a baby. Brief passage through Denmark and new life in San Antonio (Texas). Normal when speaking in your mother tongue some words in English slip through. Think before answering a question without losing spontaneity or being afraid of silence. An art. 

There is still Javier Peña's mustache, which catapulted him to fame from Narcos , and you can recognize that little point of joyous irony of Prince Oberyn Martell, who almost ended the Mountain in Game of Thrones . Two roles that have opened doors that he has managed to keep safe from slamming doors and have allowed him to skip the toll of stereotyped roles. Today Pascal, well trained in theater and loved by the cameras, can do whatever he wants. Even dedicating a Saturday to star in a fashion shoot and speak exclusively for Lifetsyle Magazine .

"Nobody knows me but everyone thinks they know me," he said when he debuted as the face of Solo Loewe perfume. Introduce yourself with four words.”

I do not define myself only by them, but I am contradictory, faithful, loyal, sensitive and, at times, a bit geek.

What would surprise me about you if you knew him better?

That although I live life and enjoy family, friends and social connections a lot, I have a lonely point. I like having my space and the option of staying a day at home in a relaxed and cocoon plan .

“Even though I live life and really enjoy family, friends and social connections, I have a lonely point.”

With Covid-19, many of us are already a little tired of staying at home ...

Yes, now that I don't have much choice to go out, I'm afraid of not being able to go back to the theater, to a party, to a dinner with many people ... I really regret those times that, instead of going out, I stayed at home.

Which character has left the most impression on you?

I miss Peña, from Narcos . It was my first leading role, the first time I had time to develop the character, create his energy, his style ... They gave me a lot of freedom to shape it, even if it was based on a real person. I was able to work on it, make it my own, create the tone, invent and deepen.

Do you easily get rid of them when filming is over?

When I was younger I was very clear that they had to be left at work, that the character had to be separated from the person. I thought that with age it would get easier and easier but, surprisingly, the opposite happens to me: it gets harder and harder. Energy cannot always be organized the way we would like and I have to admit that I take some of my characters home with me.

Have you incorporated any of their phrases into your life?

Maxwell Lord has a very attractive in Wonder Woman 1984 : "Everything is fine, but it could be better."

Very eighties. Like the one Gordon Gekko said on Wall Street (1987): "If you want a friend, buy yourself a dog." Have we advanced or are we already for the fourth pet?

We have come a long way. I am very inspired by young people, their strength to face in an original way that win, win and win system that reached a monstrous level in the eighties. Today's young people go deeper into the need to respect a planet in which we all live together and the obligation to take care of it.

“Young people inspire me, they deepen the need to respect a planet and the obligation to care for it.”

I see you optimistic ...

I am a realistic and hard-working optimist. My first impression is that the glass is half empty, I have to find arguments to see it half full.

Is it true that you drew the comic strips to interact with them as a method to immerse yourself in your character in 'Wonder Woman 1984'?

I made a book with images from the eighties and sixties, comic book drawings, papers, erasers, colored pencils, markers and vignettes to better understand what it was to be a man of that decade, how his attitude was forged ... It was a way to focus to live up to what Patty (Jenkins, the director) asked for, which was a lot, and not lose sight of it. I'm a horrible cartoonist, but I had to do something practical to study, understand, and develop the character.

What does a script or a role have to have to get their attention?

Sense of humor. Even if it is a drama, a hero, a villain ... Humor immediately hooks me.

A good shield to go through life ...

The best. It is the most important thing to survive.

Do you remember the last time you laughed out loud?

Paco León immediately came to mind. When he's on set, here in Budapest, we are all happier and we laugh a lot. The entire production loves it. It has made filming more fun.

“When Paco León is on set, here in Budapest, we are all happier and we laugh a lot”

 What fascinates you most about the Star Wars universe?

Nostalgia, the huge audience it has, the ability to reach so many people. It reflects our childlike imagination without limits. Create more and more worlds with all kinds of people and species. He is capable of casting the universe

What is your definition of success?

Have a healthy relationship with yourself. Nothing matters if you don't love yourself.

What would you have done if you had not succeeded as an actor? Did you have a plan B?

No. Perhaps the only thing that could have been useful to others is acting as a literature teacher, as a counselor or advisor for people who need help ... I am a bit of a therapist with my friends. And it must work, because they come back. I have a lot of common sense.

What is elegance to you? Has your relationship with Loewe influenced the way you dress?

In that of elegance I am a student, I am learning. I wear what is comfortable but I also have very finite taste and, when motivated, I really like to express myself with style. And when it comes to style, Loewe is on top of everything.

Something material that would save from a fire.

A book. I always have one on hand. Now I am rereading The Magic Mountain , by Thomas Mann. Literature is one of my passions. It is an extension of life. The problem would be to choose only one, there are so many! My identity is made by inspirations from authors, actors, dancers, the art world, the sea ... There is no self without the influence of all the things that inspire me.

“The sea is what I like the most in life. I have respect, curiosity and love for him on a religious level.”

The sea…

It's what I like the most in life. I have respect, curiosity and love for him on a religious level.

If he gets lost, I know where to look for him.

On a boat in the middle of the sea, on an island, on the beach in Chile ... Everything related to water. One of the first smells I remember, although I don't know if it's too attractive, is the chlorine in the pool.

What is your fastest way to disconnect?

Losing your mobile phone. I fell down the stairs in Dubrovnik and at first it was like, "Oh noooo." But then I thought, "Well, a week without him." I had a certain feeling of liberation. Not having to be aware of e-mails, messages ... I find it very strong that people communicate even through a direct message from Instagram. I refuse.

Now that you quote them, how are you getting along with the networks? (He has 1.5 million followers on Intagram)

I am quite active, I use it when I have a good time, but also to express myself and to give my opinion.

“I will say goodbye to the year with a kiss and raising the middle finger. He has treated me well but the collective suffering and fear this year….”

What is your favorite word?

Oxymoron. I like its meaning and its sound

Who would you like to shut up, as you did in the first Loewe Solo ad?

Personally, I would love to shut up that heavy, bad voice, the imp that we all have in our heads. That it's nice to have him and that, and I know he will never go away, but it would be nice if he shut up sometimes. Collectively I think we would all like to shut up one person.

Trump?

I suppose.

What have you learned from this rare year?

That you cannot live without human contact. For me the deep and simple connections with my friends and family is the only thing that matters.

How will you fire him?

With a kiss and raising the middle finger. He has treated me very well but the collective suffering and fear this year….

*article translated with google chrome. Source of article*

[fantasyinvader]

I think it’s meant more to be like, Boar!Dimitri’s actions were motivated by his belief that he needed to avenge the dead. It’s created this cycle where he killed those who hurt other people, but realized that killing was wrong so he was creating suffering for others and would one day face retribution for it, and through it all left him suicidal. Savior!Dimitri, on the other hand, is motivated by a desire to ease the suffering of the living, and part of that is him hearing from them what their problems are and using that to decide how to remedy the issue. It even ties into how he’s the leader who gives a political voice to the commoners in his ending, making it so that he can hear their complaints.

As it stands with Edelgard, she’s creating suffering right now and that suffering will only spread if she gets what she wants. She’s the only leader who the game talks about marching troops into other countries following the war (in the Japanese script) after all. It’s possible to understand someone, but not be able to reconcile with them. Dimitri’s (and Claude’s, in the Japanese script) beliefs are too far removed from Edelgard’s, who believes full-heartedly that her ideals are needed. and as such the only to stop her is to defeat her. And even then as Dimitri defeats her Hegemon Form, a form that is supposed to be emblematic of her beliefs, he offers her a hand only to be met with one final attempt to kill him by her.

It’s like in Legend of the Galactic Heroes, one of the inspirations for Houses. Yang and Reinhard are rivals but both have a deep respect for each other. They both see the flaws in both the artistocracy and the democracy, and Reinhard would very much like Yang to work for him after Reinhard won the war. Yang admits he would have loved to serve Reinhard if he had been born in the Empire, but he was born in the Free Planets Alliance, he grew up breathing the air of freedom so much so he could never work with Reinhard who is seeking an autocracy. Yang would always work to support that freedom, even refusing to take power for himself because despite it’s flaws he still believed in democracy.

Gundam also has shades of this despite it’s anti-war themes. There is always the hope than mankind will mature and learn to peacefully resolve conflicts, but at times understanding isn’t enough. Some people can not be reasoned with, so while fighting may be wrong it doesn’t mean you don’t fight back.

And if we think about how FE talks about coexistence, the fact Edelgard won’t accept any other outcome than her victory and her imposing her will upon the world shows that she’s the one that refuses to coexist.

thinking about @fantasyinvader's recent Dimitri post -

I think one of the points I'm not really fond of with AM and Boarmitri's turn to Savior!Mitri is how Dee shifts his attention from the Means to the Ends.

And sure, we have to think about the bigger scope - criticise to prevent the "Ends" means putting an end to the "Means" - but what about the ones who were sacrificed, or the ones who are and written off as "means"?

Kleiman dude really believed he was doing the right thing by chopping Duscur people (or at least putting them under the bus for something he and his lord did).

Boarmitri reacts to the "slaughtering Duscur people" strongly, and would have killed him because hey, you were slaugthering people down (or are responsible for the persecution Duscur people suffered and are still going through).

Savior!Mitri? Will put his execution on hold, to consider what Kleiman dude meant by "doing the right thing".

But, regardless of why Kleiman Dude thought was "right" or for "justice", the thing is, he still organised the massacre of several people and wrongly framed innocents to hide their involvment, which led to their persecution/massacre.

"But Lambert was removing our rights and privileges" sure, what does this has anything to do with Dedue having lost his sister to senseless murder after being wrongfuly framed for regicide?

"Kleiman Dude really believed what he was doing was right" and ? Tell that to Felix's mom, what's going to happen? People do things for all kinds of reasons, so what?

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Worst offender is, of course, Supreme Leader.

Boarmitri wants to cut her down to avenge the dead (and maybe stop the war?) but when Savior!Mitri finally hears her, uh, reasoning, he is resolved to kill her because that's her choice (uh) and it's their fate???

The fuck?

Sure he mentions putting an end to the war, but the entire "we have no other choice but to fight, because it's what she wants and that's the destiny we were born to", please no?

Hopefully the first sentence "end the war" exists, otherwise I'd really believe Dee makes this fight and final battle all about Supreme Leader (and blame fate because that's hresvelg grey for you) and completely ignores the people who are, uh, living in this Fodlan ravaged by war, the ones who died because of it or are still dying because that's what war does.

What about the ones who died? The ones who are dying (or are locked in a 5 stars resort doing zumba for 5 years) ? The ones who are turned in demonic beasts? The ones who are starving?

"We have no choice but to destroy each other... Such is the destiny we were born to."

who cares about casualties, let's agree to disagree about our Ends and blame fate instead.

:/

[vasco-portable-translators]

Star Wars Languages: Exploring The Linguistic Richness

In the vast universe of the Star Wars saga, epic battles, iconic characters, and profound philosophies captivate audiences. Yet, the array of languages adds another layer of richness, enhancing the narrative with cultural depth. The franchise introduces languages from the melodic tones of Twi'lek to the guttural shouts of Shyriiwook, the language of the Wookiees. This linguistic diversity reflects the complexity of our own world's languages. This post delves into the rich linguistic landscape of most Star Wars languages you can learn. We will examine the structure, usage, and cultural significance of its most notable languages. Whether you're a linguistics aficionado or a casual fan, this exploration reveals how language breathes life into the beloved universe of Star Wars! FAQ: What is Aurebesh language in Star Wars? It's not as much a language, as it is a script for the Basic language. It's a common language spoken widely among different planets and cultures. How many Star Wars languages are there? When it comes to the main languages in Star Wars, we can say there are approximately 14 languages worth taking a look into. Though the detailed lists can sometimes count as many as 68 languages! Do Siths have their own language? Yes, they do. The interesting part is that before becoming an ideological movement, Siths were an ethnic group with their own culture. It's how the language was born. Do Wookies have their own language? Yes, they do, and it's called Shyriiwook. Interestingly, it was never fully developed to be an actual language. It's one of those exceptions where the sounds made by actors are more or less random. Who created languages in Star Wars? The initial creation development was sparked and inspired by George Lucas himself. Still, he cooperated with a group of dedicated linguists. Ben Burtt, for example, has created Shyriwook and Huttese. What exactly is a constructed language? Constructed languages, or conlangs, are a cornerstone in science fiction and fantasy. They create immersive experiences that engage fans deeply in fictional universes. Therefore, conlangs are in opposition to natural languages (so called "real languages") that have appeared in human civilization and have been influenced by their culture and historic events. In Star Wars, these languages do more than facilitate communication across diverse species. They also highlight cultural identities and social hierarchies. Consider Aurebesh, the script found on monitors and signage, which is a transcription of Basic. This is a standardized galactic language, similar to English or Mandarin on Earth. Therefore, creating conlangs is an interesting method for enriching the lore of any fictional universe, and making it more immersive for audiences. The role of languages in Star Wars Languages in Star Wars are not merely a tool for communication. They are a critical element of world-building and character development. - It shapes the viewer’s perception of the cultural and political landscape of the galaxy. For example, the dominance of Basic (the equivalent of English in the Star Wars universe) speaks to the influence of the Galactic Empire, but even before that, it was associated with the Republic. This connection is evident even in earlier periods, such as in the game "Knights of the Old Republic," set around 4000 years before the films, where Basic is already established. It's important to note, however, that Disney has removed this game from the canon, which means certain key details, including those about languages, may differ between sources. - Languages in Star Wars also serve as a narrative device to depict exclusivity and inclusion within the galaxy's diverse communities. Characters who understand multiple languages often possess strategic advantages, illustrating the importance of communication skills across different cultures. Overview of Major Languages in Star Wars But hey, what language do they speak in Star Wars? Well, it's not just one! So, maybe a better question to ask is how many languages are there in Star Wars? Usually, it's said that there are 14 main languages spoken in this universe. Still, there are some some detailed lists, including as many as 68 different languages! (here you can find an example of such a comprehensive list). Though we will not discuss each and every one of them, we will consider the most crucial ones. So, let's delve deeper into some of nearly all Star Wars languages that shape the interactions and conflicts within this vast cosmos. Basic What is the Star Wars language called? When searching for the answer, you're probably thinking of the Basic language spoken commonly across the whole Galaxy. However, it's simply represented by English in Star Wars films, Clone Wars series, and other Star Wars media. So, even though it's a part of fictional languages in this universe, it wasn't artificially crafted. Huttese - Origin and Characteristics: Huttese is primarily an indigenous language spoken by the Hutts, a slug-like species known for their roles as gangsters and crime lords. This language blends long, drawn-out vowels with harsh consonants, creating a sound that is both commanding and slippery, mirroring the deceptive nature of its speakers. - Notable Speakers and Usage: Jabba the Hutt, perhaps the most infamous of his species, frequently uses Huttese to issue commands and conduct illicit business deals, making it a language synonymous with the underworld. - Cultural Significance: Huttese's prevalence in the Outer Rim territories signifies the economic and social control exerted by the Hutts over these less governed spaces. Bocce - Importance as a Trade Language: Bocce acts as a lingua franca among traders and pilots across numerous planetary systems, designed to facilitate straightforward and efficient communication. - Linguistic Structure: Known for its simplicity and adaptability, Bocce incorporates elements from various languages, reflecting the diverse interactions in the galaxy’s trade networks. - Common Usage: It's often heard in bustling marketplaces and spaceports, where quick and clear communication is essential for business transactions. Shyriiwook (Wookiee) - Phonetics and Syntax: Native language of Wookies, Shyriiwook relies heavily on a series of growls and roars, tailored to the vocal apparatus of this species. Its complex syntax is difficult for non-Wookiees to grasp, often requiring translation droids in interspecies interactions. - Communication Challenges: The linguistic barriers between Wookiees and other species underscore themes of alienation and cultural diversity within the galaxy. - Notable Speakers: Chewbacca, the co-pilot of the Millennium Falcon, is the most famous Wookiee speaker. His interactions with other main characters highlight both the challenges and comedic elements that arise from language differences. Sith Language - Historical Context: Associated with the dark and secretive Sith Lords, this language's origins are as ancient and mysterious as the Sith themselves. - Linguistic Features: The Sith language includes a unique script and a complex grammatical structure, designed to be impenetrable to those outside the Sith Order. However, originally, this language was spoken by the Sith race; it had nothing to do with ideology yet. - Usage in Rituals: Often used in dark side rituals, the language’s use in the series adds an element of foreboding and mysticism, enhancing the dark allure of the Sith. Aurebesh - Role in the Galaxy: Aurebesh is the standardized script seen throughout the Star Wars universe, used for most written communication of Basic. - Visual Design: The script consists of unique characters that replace the Latin alphabet we know in the real world. Its widespread use on signs, screens, and military insignia conveys a sense of unity and standardization across the Galactic Empire and beyond. - Learning Aurebesh: Fans and language enthusiasts often learn Aurebesh, incorporating it into fan-made content and everyday use, demonstrating its impact beyond the screen. This concludes our Star Wars languages list. With their distinctive sounds and scripts, they surely enrich the narrative. But on an even more important note, Star Wars written languages make it easier for fans to engage with this world on a whole new level. The creation and evolution of Star Wars languages The languages of Star Wars are not merely fictional constructs, but are the result of meticulous design and thoughtful evolution. Let's take a look at how it was done. Crafting the Languages - Initial Development: First introduced by George Lucas, the process of creating these languages often began with sound designers and linguists brainstorming sounds that might be characteristic of a particular species or culture. For instance, Ben Burtt, the sound designer for the original films, developed Huttese and Shyriiwook based on the characters’ physical and cultural traits. - Linguistic Expansion: As the franchise grew, so did the need for these languages to be more fully fleshed out. What started as a few phrases or words necessary for pivotal scenes in the films expanded into more comprehensive language systems. This expansion was often driven by the needs of the expanding universe in books, television series, and video games. Evolution across media - Incorporation in Expanded Universe: The Star Wars Expanded Universe (now branded as Legends) played a crucial role in enriching the linguistic tapestry. Authors and creators added to the lexicon and grammar, providing fans with a deeper understanding and appreciation of the languages. - Community Involvement: Fans have significantly influenced the evolution of these languages, using them in fan fiction, at conventions, and in everyday communication. This fan engagement has led to the development of learning materials and the creation of a Star Wars language translator like the of Arabesh alphabet (you can check it here). Impact on Fan Culture Through these languages, Star Wars not only entertains but also educates and engages its audience. This universe truly is a living, evolving linguistic phenomenon. - Language Learning and Usage: Enthusiastic fans often engage with these languages by learning to speak or write them, participating in communities where these skills are prized. For example, websites and apps offer courses and tools to learn languages like Shyriiwook, appealing to those fans who wish to immerse themselves even deeper into Star Wars lore. - Cultural Resonance: The languages have become a way for fans to connect with each other and with the franchise at a more intimate level. They serve not only as a testament to the richness of the Star Wars universe but also as a bridge between the fictional and the real world, enhancing the communal and interactive aspects of fan culture. Learning and using Star Wars languages Fans of Star Wars often take their passion for the saga to the next level by learning to speak and write in the languages depicted in the films and series. Here are some useful phrases and their significance in fan interactions: - Basic (Galactic Basic Standard): - "May the Force be with you" - A common farewell and well-wishing phrase. - "I have a bad feeling about this" - Often used humorously among fans to express apprehension. - Huttese: - "This Sa interesting" (This is interesting) - "Achuta" (Hello) - Shyriiwook (Wookiee): - Due to its complex phonetics involving growls and roars, exact transliteration into Basic is challenging, but fans enjoy mimicking the sounds. - Mando'a (Mandalorian language): - "Su cuy'gar ogir" (Hello there) - A standard greeting in Mando'a. - "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum" (I love you) literally translates to "I hold you in my heart," a phrase cherished by fans and used in more personal communications. Do you wish to know more than just how to say I love you in Star Wars? Check our article, where we see how to proclaim love in several languages. Interested in languages beyond Star Wars? As we continue to marvel at the linguistic complexity of Star Wars, why not take your interest in languages beyond the screen? With the Vasco Translator, a cutting-edge universal translator, you can explore over 100 real-world languages with ease. You can use a voice translator that lets you talk with people freely, or a photo translator that makes any text in your surroundings understandable. And many, many more! Imagine if, one day, we might even add Star Wars languages to our repertoire! Would you like an Aurebesh translator? Until then, the Vasco Translator remains your best companion in uncovering the languages of our world. Dive into new cultures, learn new phrases, and connect with people around the globe. Who knows? The next language you learn could be as thrilling as Aurebesh! 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[hatnhousejacket]

What can I say? I put Selkies into outer space and then I learned how to record sound a bit better so I wrote a dumb script... and recorded this mess

transcript under the cut

Bartender: Welcome to Melpomene stranger, how’s our lady of tragedy treating you?

Stranger: ‘That obvious I’m new?

Bartender: Haven’t had a fresh face on the ‘roid for months.

Stranger: You flatter, my face ain’t that fresh.... don’t worry about the glow it’s not radioactive.... mostly.

*beat*

Bartender: [with big I am now leaning as far away from you as I can manage while still doing my job energy] Right. So what can I getcha?

Stranger: A pan-galactic gargle blaster?

Bartender: [unimpressed silence]

*ice shifts*

Stranger: [with resignation] Best beer you’ve got?

Bartender: Hmmmmmm [cracks a beer and pours it into a tankard] So stranger, any news from the great hyper-ways?

Stranger: Nah, I’ve been in the deep black, you’re probably more up to date on planet business then me.

Bartender: [with clear disappointment] Nothing, really?

Stranger: Well no news, plenty of rumors though. Ghost stories and whispers and such.

Bartender: Is that so? [trying to sound uninterested but clearly starved for literally any entertainment]

Stranger: You ever hear of Stellar Endothermic Life-support Kinetic Exoskeletons?

Bartender: [scoffs] That’s an old belter’s yarn. Sky-folk ain’t real.

Stranger: [moving to get up and leave] If you don’t wanna hear abou— (t it...)

Bartender: Wait!... ahem.... I mean... I’ve got no-one to serve right now...might as well....

Stranger: Alright [hook line and sinker] well... time was, the old belters were young and their yarns were common knowledge. Back then near every star-hand could claim they’d glimpsed a SELKE suit out the viewport at least once. Some feared the sight, thought it meant temptation out an airlock to an icy death. But some; cruel, optimistic, self-centered, fools; dreamt of catching a star swimmer of their very own....

[To the tune of Einini...]

Star Swimmer through the aether — Void-a-calling, void-a-calling — Don’t loose sight of your skin here — Lest you ne’er swim the stars again

A young pilot solar sailing — Dropped his cargo just to follow — Through the star fields one a’wandering — ‘Till he found her basking moon

Star Swimmer through the aether — Void-a-calling, void-a-calling — Don’t loose sight of your skin here — Lest you ne’er swim the stars again

Circuits slip from her fingers — As they comb through hair all askew — In the sunlight where she lingers — Slumber comes and takes her true

Of course tales had been told for centuries of the reward for a man clever enough to secret away the coat of a heavenly maiden and our selke awoke to find her skin nowhere to be seen and her only consolation a young pilot’s gentle hands. She felt stripped, cracked open like a freshly split clam. Vulnerable without her plasma claws and steel teeth and the star sight her neural circuitry granted her. The pilot was nice enough and she had nowhere else to go so she followed him to his world...

She was held through steps unsteady — Wed her pilot one fine morning — And she gave him kids a’plenty — All with her stars in their eyes

Star Swimmer through the aether — Void-a-calling, void-a-calling — Don’t loose sight of your skin here — Lest you ne’er swim the stars again

But the void ne’er stops a-calling — Body aches for weightless aether — Then her eldest asks one evening — Why’s Da hide an old spacesuit here?

Well... the poor bastard got a nice taste of the void himself after that and nothing, not even love for her children could keep the Selke earthbound after that. Still children are resilient and they managed to survive on their own, caring for each other and aching for the stars they couldn’t truly touch. Every generation of that family tree since has born at least one child with starlight eyes. Great pilots and starfarers the lot of them. Many cycles of exploration later on a colony station many parsecs away one such child was born. Her name was Fiona and she had a habit of “borrowing” her cousin’s starskipper for joyrides...

Young Fiona went a’flying — Solar wind-tides distant moonsides — Pulled her on with endless calling — Far from skies of which she knew

Star Swimmer through the aether — Void-a-calling, void-a-calling — Don’t loose sight of your skin here — Lest you ne’er swim the stars again

She went wandering and was followed — Long lost kin of sky and fin — Steel skin slipped on circuits burrowed — And the starsight showed her home

Star Swimmer through the aether — Void-a-calling, void-a-calling — Don’t loose sight of your skin here — Lest you ne’er swim the stars again

Bartender: Huh... any of that true?

Stranger: [cheerfully] Oh no clue! Got the tale off some weird mechanical bastards I hitched a ride with a while back.

Bartender: You can’t ask them?

Stranger: Nope, they fucked off to some damp rock near a dwarf star and died.

*beat*

Bartender: ...oh.

Stranger: [drains bottle and thunks it down on the bar] Well thanks for the drink! This asteroid might be boring as shit but the beer is ....actually the beer’s pretty shit too. [walks off]

*beat*

Bartender: Wait! Hey, wait! You didn’t pay!! [door closes] Asshole!