#ge’tal

[ranahan]

The whole ramble about #the cin vhetin problem makes me want to expand to other colours, but there we’d quickly run into planet-specific or species or colour vision specific associations.

On Earth, the most common metal ion used for oxygen transport is iron, which makes red the most common colour for blood (but not the only one: there’s also green, blue, and colourless blood). Which then follows that red = colour of blood, bloodletting, often life, perhaps war or action; in different cultures the colour of weddings, war, or bravery.

Blue = the colour of skies and seas/water, but that’s because of Earth’s oxygen rich atmosphere and abundant water. Planets with different atmospheres or less abundant free water (desert or ice planets) might disagree.

Green = colour of leaves and living things because of chlorophyll, but nothing says that chlorophyll is the molecule for photosynthesis on other planets (unless green plants were popular in ancient terraforming efforts).

Yellow = the colour of sun (our star is actually white, but can appear yellow/orange/red because of Rayleigh scattering), fire (because the carbon-based biomaterials we have historically burned for heat and light burn mostly yellow), or gold (which many historical cultures used as a medium of exchange).

There might be some universality to some of these, just based on chemistry. Oxidation is a powerful way of releasing chemical energy, and so far as we know, the only way to produce enough biochemical energy for complex life (but that could be our sample size of 1) and iron is particularly well-suited for transporting oxygen. And if oxygen and water are necessary for complex life, then planets that support life might have some similarities in their atmospheres and available water. Carbon really is great for building complex structural molecules and it does burn with a yellow flame, so fire = yellow/orange/red could be a fairly common association if not the only one.

But we have a sample size of 1, so I wouldn’t say it’s strong evidence. Just considering the variety of colour visions on Earth, there’s little guarantee that alien species galaxy over would agree what to associate a colour with. These might have weak correlations for humanoid species and humanoid-inhabitable planets, and they might or might not be relevant to Mandalorians. The colour meanings in mandalorian culture could very well be inherited from the Taung, who weren’t human and lived on Coruscant (the biosphere of which has long since been destroyed, so who knows what grew there originally).

As it happens, we do have linguistic evidence that the Taung, original Mandalorians, or whoever spoke the language when it developed, did indeed bleed red (ge’tal, red, lit. almost blood), and live on a planet with a blue sky (kebii’tra, daytime, lit. blue space) and green plants (vorpan’oy, vegetation, lit. green life).

The one I find interesting is green = duty in combination with mandalorians historically being agricultural people. So the colour of green would have the implication of feeding your clan, because agriculture is a collaborative effort that produces food for a community, not an individual.

Blue = reliability either has nothing whatsoever to do with water, or else Mandalore historically had very reliable rains (like monsoons). It probably doesn’t refer to river floods (like the Nile), because rivers tend not to be very blue (have you noticed that rivers are more often named black, dark, red, brown, etc. than blue?). I’d also posit that traditional mandalorian agriculture would be more likely to be rainfall based than irrigation based, which would promote independent villages over centralised government. Reliability of blue could also have something to do with the permanence of sky—or the impermanence of it: viewed from the space, the atmosphere is the thinnest blue line yet all life on the planet relies on it to breathe. Or maybe it’s just a nice colour; I’m not sure if there’s an obvious connection here.

It would be very tempting to draw the connection between red = blood = honouring a parent, but I hesitate to do that because 1) mandalorians were and are aliens who may or may not have red blood, and 2) mandalorian family is not based on blood, at least not obligatorily. Even if there is a connection with blood, I’d prefer to say it’s because of its connection with life. I.E. your parent didn’t necessarily give you your life in the flesh and blood sense, but they did nurture you and teach you what it means to be a mandalorian and how to live your life. So red in mandalorian culture is perhaps a more figurative life’s blood.

The etymology of shi’yayc, ‘yellow’, is unclear. Shi means ‘just/only’. ‘yayc could be from oyayc, ‘alive’, or it could be ya- + -yc. If it does come from ‘barely alive’, it could be a reference to dying vegetation or flickering yellow flames. But I’m going to go with this idea from @izzyovercoffee :

So, there’s no word for orange in mando’a at this time.

Consider: Yellow is sometimes indicated to also mean lust for life, depending on who you ask and what source material you’re comparing it to.

It’s entirely possible that mandalorians don’t have a way to differentiate between yellow and orange. Some cultures do display a limitation in language, seeing what we would consider a range (yellow to orange) as all one spectrum under the same banner.

So while Yellow may mean barely alive/barely dead, yellow may also mean nothing but life.

So Mando’a doesn’t have a word for orange, yet orange is used to symbolise shereshoy, an important mandalorian concept. They’ve dedicated a whole colour to it in the same vein as justice, duty, reliability, honouring a parent, vengeance and remembering the fallen have their own colours. But there’s no word for it? I call bullshit.

Isn’t it more likely that “yellow” is in fact a spectrum of colour from yellow to orange (like Yiddish blue/green) and the meaning is indeed related to both flames and the passion for life, i.e. ‘only life’ = shereshoy.

ETA: It occurred to me that an alternative solution to the problem of not having a word for the colour orange would be to use the word ‘shereshoy’ itself. Kind of like English uses ‘orange’ both for the fruit and the colour. ‘Shereshoy’ comes from shereshir (‘seize’) + oya- (the root for ‘live’ and ‘hunt, chase’). I’m not sure how you’d get from an abstract concept to the colour word, though, unless the connection is literally the colour used to paint armour.

[viscanpikamine]

I promise one day I’ll post about my SW OCs I love them to death but I just never draw them even tho they’ve been in my head for years

[techs-goggles9902]

Hello! a couple things

1 youre so freakin awesome and i love your writing

2 what does your nickname ge'tal mean?

3 are you willing to write something sweet and fluffy for fives x reader x echo?? like theyre not dating each other just both dating reader and its all lovey and completely okay w everyone if not maybe just echo x reader? 👉👈

Mr. Echolocation (Echo x GN!Reader)

Summary: Echo’s on leave (thank Maker)

Warnings: none just fluff. THIS CAN BE EITHER PRE OR POST CITADEL ECHO

Word Count: 484

A/N: Hi!!! I wish I know who you are, anon!! 1) THANK YOU 2) Ge’tal means “red” in Mando’a and my pookie bear Jamie AKA Ka’ra named me that 😊 3) okay, I spent a long time simmering on this. I’m comfy writing it but I’m not sure how and I don’t want to give you a crap story so I chose the latter option 🥺 I’m sorry though!!! I’ve been dealing with stomach and leg issues so I’m really sorry I took a while to answer :(

Requests are open! See Masterlist for details!!!!

Echo’s fingers drum against his chest softly, the only sound other than your quiet snoring. He returned from his latest mission yesterday afternoon, spoiling you with so many loving kisses.

His hazel eyes drift over to you. The gentle curvature of your figure nestled beneath your bed sheets brought a warm feeling to Echo’s chest. He slowly turns onto his side to face you, bringing his warm hand to your cheek, brushing over the bone.

“Cyare… are you awake?” He whispers, soft enough that if you were still sleeping, he wouldn’t wake you.

“Mmmm… no,” you reply, your voice laced with sleep. Your eyes crack open to find Echo’s staring at yours through the darkness.

“Oh, okay,” he grins, his thumb brushing over your soft lips.

“Mr. Echolocation, it’s barely tomorrow… why’re you awake?” You ask as he pulls you closer and curls a leg around your own.

“I didn’t wanna sleep… ‘cause then I’ll miss out on time with you,” his eyes look so innocent, his eyebrows just barely knitting together and turning up in the middle. His little pout that always makes you fold during arguments or spats.

His gentle fingers gliding along your soft skin, down your cheek, tracing your Adam’s apple, tugging slightly at the collar of your sleep shirt.

“You may be here today, gone tomorrow… but it’s the fact you made it home, no?” You groggily mumble, this time pulling him closer and burying your face in the warmth of his neck.

“Yeah… home to you.’ He presses a kiss to the top of your head, your hair ticking his lips.

“Go to sleep… we have tomorrow to have fun.”

”Is that an order?”

”Yes, it is, Mr. Echolocation.”

A soft chuckle leaves Echo’s lips as his breathing becomes more and more even and quieter.

How you managed to escape Echo’s grasp, you have no idea. The man barely moves in his sleep, his arms never releasing you throughout the night. You would’ve stayed in bed longer, just to watch him get quality rest for once.

The way his ARC Trooper expression softens in sleep, the tight muscles finally smoothing back into his skin, makes your heart melt. Even thinking about it makes a small grin creep onto your lips as you stand at your stove to make breakfast - real breakfast.

You’re so lost in thought you don’t hear the soft footsteps behind you. You only come out of your trance when you feel Echo’s arms snaking around your waist from behind, his chin resting in the crook of your neck.

“You left me, cyare… wake me up next time.”

“No, you need the sleep, Echo. Plus, you’re cute in the mornings.”

”What, I’m not cute all the time?”

”Oh, you…”

His gruff - yet warm - chuckle sends a ripple down your throat and through the vertebrae of your spine.

“I love you, cyare.”

”I love you, Mr. Echolocation.”

Cyare = beloved [sha-rey]

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[snaggie-t00th]

HALLO :D

i do apologize that i didn't have a snippet out like i wanted but, compromise, here's the whole damn thing. i also switched some stuff around in ch2 for continuity reasons :3

i got very very busy with prepping for an art faire (if anyone knows where to get cheap high quality prints let a mf know PLSSS) and i was muy busy. but we're back. and echo's a sweet dork.

mando'a translations!

ke'pare - wait/hold on

ge'tal - red

vor'e - thanks

udesii - chill out/its okay

gender neutral pronouns, no y/n usage, only main descriptor im sticking to about the reader is that you're ginger. cus i am. sorry nerds.

-immediately follows the events of the preceding chapter-

You were fighting back a smile. You had no idea that some of the clones knew Mando’a, let alone that the Mandolorian-adoptee turned clone-donor Jango Fett was taught during his short time on your home planet. You wondered if it was something the Kaminoans decided or if they all went about teaching themselves in Jango’s honor. The idea of a bunch of clone soldiers sitting around a Mando’a children’s dictionary makes the smile stitching onto your face that much harder to fight.

“I’m sorry about Tech. He can be, ah, a lot.” Echo grimaced while swiveling around the copilot’s seat, presenting it to you.

You obliged, and sat down. “Oh he’s fine. There’s plenty of topics I could infodump about, just as annoyingly. I just have a bad habit of my thoughts becoming verbal.” You shook your head, soft auburn tresses flicking about. The lights from the cockpit glinted around the natural highlights of your hair, and it didn’t escape Echo’s gaze.

The man cleared his throat. “Still, I appreciate you being so accommodating of my brothers. Nat-borns don’t seem to get it, you know?”

You furrowed your brow and cocked your head slightly to the left, looking him in the eyes. While he didn’t physically shudder, you could see the slight panic pulse in his iris when you met his gaze.

“Where do you think clones get their camaraderie and brotherhood from?”

Echo shrugged. “Kaminoans, I presume?”

You barked a laugh. “Well, yes. Ke’pare, what did they tell you guys about Mandalore?”

“Not much. Jango was around for the first few years, but I rarely saw him. He didn’t seem to hold much emotion for the regs. He seemed to like the higher ups, but I didn’t become an ARC Trooper until I was shipped off that wet rock.” Echo finally slumped into his chair opposing you. As he spoke, he slowly relaxed into his seat, his hinges quietly scraping together as he moved. Once again his amber eyes met yours, a new twinkle seeming to arrive.

“You know more than you let on, ge’tal.” Echo said, narrowing his gaze.

He seemed to be sizing you up. Trying to parse out his next line of questioning. Truthfully, you were better at it than him. While his observation skills have been battle-tested, the ease in which you peppered questions at him showed years of practice he was simply unable to acquire. Outside of the occasional conversation at 79’s or a senator he was required to escort, Echo’s entire social sphere only extends to his brothers. You made him nervous. In a very good way.

You blushed at the newly acquired nickname. “I prefer to call it ‘not showing my full hand’, but I’ll slide a few cards your way since you seem cute.”

The back of Echo’s neck started to bloom a soft red. He rubbed a palm on his knee, mindlessly self soothing. “Seem? What, the gray skin and hollow cheeks not working their magic?” He joked, gesturing to each feature respectively with a pointed index finger.

“You seem to deflect compliments because you can’t believe them, so I was starting small.” You extended your own index finger and poked at his shoulder, annunciating the seem.

The now-scarlet tint of Echo’s neck began to creep towards his face. Eyes darting towards the floor, he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. He pressed his lips together for a moment. The only thing he got out was a weak “Vor’e.”

“Udesii. I came here, didn’t I?” Your face softened. Echo’s almost immediate vulnerability around you made your knees feel like jelly, and you were sending a silent prayer somewhere that you were both sitting down. “You’re not gonna scare me off, but you can’t immediately go cracking jokes just ‘cus I said you’re handsome.” You continued. Soft, yet firm. You weren’t allowing Echo to talk poorly of himself, even in jest.

Echo nodded, meeting your gaze once more. He looked off for a moment, seemingly in thought, before returning your gaze and asking softly: “How do you always know what to say?”

You let out one quick heh. “Since I found someone to give the words to.” You reply cheekily.

Echo smiled once more and dipped his head. “Walked into that one huh?”

You both smiled, and a comfortable silence began to envelope the two of you. Both of you were looking out on the horizon. The sky was a deep pink and purple haze, stippled with the indigo hues of the impending twilight. Echo was scanning the distance, as if anything alive would be out there, let alone a threat. You were content watching the 2 ½ clouds in the sky move millimeters at a time, but something told you to look at your companion. Gazing at him, your eyes slowly roved up his face. His jaw was set in a defined line, lightly gritted in concentration. His cheeks were hollow, but his cheekbones sat quite prominently, catching the light. This, juxtaposed with his deep set eyes, allowed the light to dance right at the forefront of his face. As if a candle was eye level with him, across the room.

“See anything cool?” You finally speak, hoping Echo didn’t catch you staring.

“Nah, perimeter check. I’m sure all I’ll see is bones and dirt but, old habits die hard.” He replied, not looking away. After a beat, he nodded, and seemingly relaxed the scrutinous gaze he had moments ago.

“Huh. So, what makes your squad different from the other clones, other than haircuts, tattoos, and builds?” You change the subject.

“Being experimental meant the Kaminoans could enhance certain characteristics. Wrecker’s strength, Tech’s smarts, Crosshair’s accuracy, and Hunter’s senses.” Echo spun his chair to face you and threw one leg over the other.

“Huh.” You think for a moment before replying. “So you think Hunter heard us approach?”

Echo nodded. “And I’m willing to bet he’s going to call me a serf for the next 3 rotations.”

You barked out a laugh before realizing his implication. A hand shot over your mouth and your eyes grew wide.

The man laughed. “Just be glad he’s not close enough to hear your heartbeat.”

“What CAN’T he hear?” You said, mildly exasperated. “How do you get any privacy?”

“He’s got noise canceling headphones but that’s mainly for his own sanity. Wrecker got them for him after his snoring kept him up for 3 days in a row.” You laughed at that, and Echo felt a twinge of pride before continuing. “He showed up in the cockpit one morning with his bandana over his nose and Omega had to ask him about his new fashion choices.”

You let out a series of giggles at that, holding your stomach slightly as you lean forward into it. If your eyes weren’t scrunched shut, you would’ve seen Echo’s face bloom in 4 different shades of pink. Every single part of him was committing this to memory. The way your eyes crinkled at the sides. The way your cheeks almost wanted to push your eyes out of their sockets. He never wanted this to end, the sounds of your joy echoing across the hold of the Marauder.

——————

Hours had passed, the sun well below the horizon by this hour. The sky was peppered with numerous constellations and star systems, the names of which always seeming to escape you. The deep blue sea of sky felt more vast than ever in your little perch aboard the Marauder.

You and Echo went back and forth, sharing tidbits from your respective lives up until this point. You learned about the Rishi Moon incident that gave Echo his ARC status, he learned about the Siege that gave way to your arrival here. He told you about the Domino Squad, you told him about your own clan’s untimely demise. Hours of stories shared back and forth, as if you were both once stationed on the same battlefield and then whisked away, only to be brought back together once more after all these years. But there was no mutual history to draw upon this familiarity from. The two of you just fell into a steady rhythm. One that you’d individually practiced and honed for years, like a song that was never intended for a duet, only for the two to sound identical.

“...And that’s where I learned Keldabe Handshakes are applicable as a neutralizing tactic across species.” You finished, explaining the first and only time a Shriek-Hawk has successfully taken you off guard.

“Charming.” A voice hissed, and then a pair of boots dropped to the ground with a soft thunk. “Echo, shouldn't you be putting your toys away? It’s late.” Crosshair slunked into the cockpit, seemingly from the shadows. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I must be a pretty expensive toy to trade for speeder brakes.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised you’ve never been with someone and lost track of time, Cross. That does tend to require social skills and, y’know, liking people?” Echo crossed his arms and stared his brother down.

“Well unless they’re taking your bunk, you should tell Tech someone’s joining him in the cockpit tonight. It’s too late to take them back now.” Crosshair seemed to spit the last part of the sentence, annoyed that someone else is in his space and bothering his brothers. While you understood hesitancy, you felt as if he reveled in his current position rather than proceeding with caution.

Echo turned to you and looked into your eyes softly. “It’s up to you.”

“I’m already cramping an already small ship. I can kick it up here with Tech for the night.” You said, smiling. While you very badly wanted to just crawl into Echo’s bunk with him, you weren’t doing that the first day. Plus, you don’t know how Echo feels about his personal space, or his sleeping positions, or if he prefers one side of the b—

“How touching.” Crosshair cut off your thoughts with the remark. He spun on his heel, and disappeared just as quickly as he appeared. Echo sneered at the doorway.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind sleeping up here. Like I said, Tech can be a lot sometimes.” Echo looked back at you, eyes full of worry.

“Tell you what, I’ll come get you if he’s being too much and we can switch, okay?” You compromise, getting the understanding that Echo’s going to worry either way.

“Deal.” Echo said firmly with a nod, and stands up. “For as much of a dick as he is, Crosshair’s right, it is rather late.” You nod and shrug slightly in agreement.

Echo turns to you and leans down. “Try and get some rest.” He gives you a quick peck on the cheek before turning on his heel and borderline speeding out of the room.

When the door shuts automatically, you ghost your hand along your cheek, and an uncontrollable smile breaks across your face.

I think he likes me.

[setaripendragon]

Blood Upon the Snow by Hozier - in Mando’a

Here we go again.

This one is... not quite as difintively A Clone Song to me as the others I’ve translated, but there’s something about the fact that the mando’a phrase for a fresh start is ‘cin vhetin’ or white field/fresh snow, and it’s also what they call pure white armor... like the clones’... and how many of them died needlessly, died without knowing anything but war... Well, I just kind of had to translate it into Mando’a.

I’m honestly pretty pleased with how this one came out? The scansion is pretty damn good, with only one or two spots where there’s an extra syllable, and it still fits fairly nicely. (That’s the nice thing about translating a slow song; there’s more leeway.)

So, here it is:

Tal bat Cin’ciri (Blood upon the Snow)

Bah an kebise o’r kaysh taylir (To all things in her keeping) Oyu’baat dinu akaan (The galaxy gives violence) Kaysh meg mar’eyi tsad (He who finds a pack) Kaysh meg kemi yust* solus (He who walks his path alone)

Uvet drashaa uraktoshya ti cir’nara* (The world grows harder with the winter) Buire kyr’churu val vaar ik’aade (Parents bury their half-grown children) An senaare shev’la (All the birds are silent) Sa utreeyai* bat cin vhetin (As they starve on a white field)

Cir’nara tran*, ge’tal bat cin (Winter sun, red on white) Sa tal bat cin’ciri (Like blood upon the snow) Sa tal bat cin’ciri (Like blood upon the snow)

Kyrbeje olar darasuum (The battlefields here are endless) Eparavur bal su draar yaihil (Devouring and yet never satisfied) An meg oyu’baat ru dinu (All that the universe gave) Cuyi taab’echaaj’la lo ka’ra (Is marching on into the stars)

Ni kemi yust (I walk the path) Bal bid kisol olar suvari (And so few here understand) Meg dha’ne ca (What the darkest night) Bal cir’ne woor ven hiibi (And coldest wind will take)

Ni jii dar copaani (I now no longer want) Haa’taylir vaii yust slana (To see where the path goes) Dargana ner nada* (I lost my warmth) Sa tal bat cin’ciri (Like blood upon the snow)

Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow) Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow) Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow)

Ner kot ven nu trattoko (My strength will not fail) Al ibic akaan draar ani (But this war is never done) Kurshise nuvore (The trees refuse) Naas meg vencuyani (Nothing which sustains them) Nu pitat, nu tran’nau (No rainfall, no sunshine) Nu tal bat cin’ciri (No blood upon the snow)

Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow) Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow) Tal bat cin’ciri (Blood upon the snow)

Bah an kebise o’r kaysh taylir (To all things in her keeping) Oyu’baat dinu akaan (The galaxy gives violence)

[*yust (way/path, esp. metaphorical) = goyust (road)] [*cir’nara (winter) = ciryc (cold) + ce’nara (time).] [*utreeyair (to starve) = utreeyah (empty) + yai (belly). Could also mean ‘barren’ as in, unable to have children, as ‘yai’ also means ‘womb’.] [*tran (sun) = tranyc (sunny).] [*nada (warmth/heat) = nadala (hot)]

[jonathananubian]

Here’s my notes for my Setting Souls Aflame series. It’s a good look into how I change Mando’a to Sonja! And a bonus section on the Stewjoni Houses.

Mando'a-> Sonja- Translation; Ad-> Aldi- Child Ade-> Alda- Children Aliit-> Aliif- Family/Clan Ashe’laaf- House Ashe’ri’laaf- Greater/Ancient House. (Both singular and plural.) Azreihk’gai- Help/Assist me. Ba’buir-> Fa'bihr- Grandparent. Ba’juri-> Bi’jihr- Teacher/Instructor. Ba’vodu-> Fa'yohd- Aunt/Uncle/Sibling of a parent, or a trusted adult. Beroti- Tea or tisane. Beroti’e- Plural, teas or tisanes. Bero’yai- Teapot, ‘home of the tea.’ Bevi’woor- Wind Staff Form. Defensive and fast. Buir-> Bihr- Parent, non-gendered. Buire-> Bihra- Parent Plural. Bur’naul’kat- Storm Sword Form. Aggressive and fast. Bu’ad-> Fi’ald- Grandchild Cair-> Cuy- Exist, to be Cyare-> Eshara- Beloved, both romantic and platonic. Dalaasa- Long-lasting. (but not forever.) Dinui-> Danai- Gift Fa’ald- Cousin Fi’yohld- Niece/Nephew/child of Sibling. Gahn-> Gar- You Ge’tal Aliit-> Gre’dal Aliif- Red Family/Red Lineage Ika-> Ira, diminutive Kad-> Kat- Sword Lan- Calm Meg-> Mef- Which, what, that, who. Mesh’la-> Hash’la- Beautiful Me’vaar-> Mef’aal- What’s new Naas-> Nal- Nothing, everything is the same as before, I’m okay. Naul’kat- Sword of Light, Lightsaber. Naul’kat’juir- Lightsaber forms, ‘to attack with a sword of light. Na’triorja- Don’t cry. Ner ad-> Nin Aldi- My child Ner-> Nin- My, mine. Ni-> Na- Me, I Obe- Star Obekal- ‘Star-Caller’ Jedi Stewjonian House. Ori-> Aij- big, extreme Ory/Ori- Ground/Stone Sarad-> Sasari- Flower Sasarald- Blooming, going from bud to flower. Sasaraldei- Flower bud Su’cuy gar-> Sucay’cair- Informal greeting. Takisit-> Takisal- Insult Ti- With (Taken directly from Mando’a) Udesii-> Yudiira- Take it easy, calm down. Veh Sasarald- The Blooming, a transformation Stewjonians go through during the beginning stages of puberty. Veh- Archaic form of The, used for emphasis. Vod-> Yohd- Sibling Vor Entye-> Bon enya- Formal thank you. Vor’e-> Bon’e- Thanks. Wan- Hope Lesser Houses; Kenobi- Those who follow the songs of stars. Alifar- Those who protect the powerless. Oritan- Those who stand as stone. Eniker- Those who forge ahead. Dalkos- Those who seek knowledge. Kaltir- Those who bring rain. Kalkes- Those who summon memories. Jansei- Those who tell stories. Honlak- Those who bring peace.

Ancient (Greater) Houses; Harobi- Those who hear the songs of stars. Honsul- Those who bring calm in their wake. (Green eyes) Kalgra- Those who call the storm. Jansal- Those who speak kindly. Durlig- Those who teach strength.

Mando Clans; Drallig- Bringer of Strength (Mando Clan with Stewjoni heritage) (Fall under House Durlig, technically.) Vhehn- Down to Earth. Primarily a Mando clan. Bes’laar- Iron Singer. An ancient Mando clan with a lot of Taung ancestry.

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[prowlingthunder]

WIP title ask game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!   I was, effectively, tagged by @norcumii

Titles under the cut. Tagging @thelavenderhimbo @chen-qing @zpansven @mandakatt @mtraki

A Child of Blood Birds of a Feather Wolfthreat Denguards Witcher!Buffy Red [sybil and athena] A Mother’s Love Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon Minor Troubles Roses in Stained Glass The Ripple Effect Des and Noct swap places Dragon’s Breath [Eddie Finch] [Jake Finch] [Hobbit/RW] [Killing Stalking/Fallout3] [RW/PJO] In a God’s Bedroom [ST/RW] Brothers And Sisters [Thor/RW] [WTNC/Arcana] Foxkits [CSI NY Lupercalia] [Dark Matter sequel to Pack and Pups] Hell Hath No Fury The Devil’s Luck Highschool [Sil/F8] (Best Laid Plans) Outsider The GOAT Big Town Blues Radstorm Line-dried Laundry (Porns Start Like This) [Inside Pandora’s Box] [Pandora’s Divide] Russian Roulette [Silquinn scarmarks soulmate kidfic] Snow Angels Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy Winter Animals All The Things I Didn’t Say [silquinn daemonfic] Justice for All scriptflip Witcher!River Ascendent Ab Infernis to abstain from doing harm A General Gift Nicias/Nicola/Caleb Triplets!verse Cathedral of You fanfic Dawnfire Prompto/Cor Galahdian!Noctis Galahdian!Prompto Galahdian!Gladio Galadian!Ignis The Feral Coeurl of Galahd Cor/Ariel Sealion dress fic [legion beaucoup] sequal Terrible Things Papa!Nyx Vampire!Shields [modern ardyn/ravus au] herbwitch!Ignis Cor/Ariel Sealion dance fic [transplant fics] Vipers Victim Caleb first heat in insomnia give a brother wings snowchild Clonebaby genderbender au Zag/Achilles/Pat afterbattle comfort Charon/Hermes/Zag Wolflords Caran Dagra Starlight, Starbright Blood and Water Black Cats and Broken Mirrors Step Two [Bioshock ABO] [Heron/Seraphim fix-it] (This is what it’s like) (wolf fur and dragon teeth) All The Little Children Puppy At Heart Batman/Hawkgirl Brad Wayne [Genji Lives] [Yuuma Op] Nest of Vipers [Stanfic] [Genji Lives Path] [McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans] Taijo Aitai fanfic Quadrature Kagome, Kagome Coal Dust Blood and Ashes The Chosen Ones What Happened To Gavin [RPF: PT meets lR] Jedi!Shmi Mirshko/Cody Snowdrops Son of Sands Wolves [Jeeri Stormwitch thing] Supernova Revan+Wolves Monsters in the Dark A Pocket Ful of Sand [tcw/ep7 timetravel] Sempiternal Energy The Prophecy Impulse Matchstick/Hell Abo gullet fic Impulse/Selhat broke down my walls because of you so I'm just a dead man crawling the ground a garden grows [untitled oc clone ruination] like father like son [rex/krell] ge’tal par gar Safe sex Shmijango slave au Everybody wingfic [SamJack] [cohabitation fic] Bad Plan Marching Band What Big Sisters Are For Homecoming [Arrow/RW Multiverse] [Papa!Cye] Empty Letters for the Yiling Patriarch Little shadows far reaching [keith and marie] witchwolves [Human!geralt]

[ujalayi]

“Djarin dye doesn’t fade. It has too much soul.”

- No Holy Cities Series Part 4: The Past Rolls Back by @/MariWrongway on AO3 @mari-wrongway on Tumblr

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I am once again asking you to read No Holy Cities.

Foundling/ fighting corps era Din from this series occupies an incredible amount of space in my heart. Baby boy. Baby. Like this post to gently pat his shiny head. Reblog to give him a Keldabe kiss.

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The color red is “ge’tal” in Mando’a. This can be directly translated to “almost blood”... In legends canon it’s also the armor color associated with honoring family, mentors, and progenitors.

Din’s parents, the Armorer, old and new culture…all woven together. Like. Fabric.

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Quick before S3 comes out we must create graphic novelizations of our favorite fics… Zoom for better quality!! And go read NHC then come scream about it with me!!

[ranahan]

Cin, white

Colour of new beginnings and endings, birth and death—inextricably linked in the Mandalorian psyche, like two sides of the same coin. White symbolises the natural cycles: for something new to be born, something old must die. Death in nature makes room for and fertilises new growth; it’s neither good or bad, it’s necessary—without death, there’s no new growth but stagnation. White is the colour of cin vhetin, lit. ‘white field’. Like snow falls on the field and covers it, like winter kills the nature only for it to be born again in the spring, so cin vhetin symbolically kills the past so one may be reborn as a Mandalorian. It’s the traditional colour of New Year’s celebrations, funerals and births. In art, it is often used to depict stars, especially in the context of the Ka’ra.

Ge’tal, red

The colour of honouring a parent. It could mean a specific person, like a parent or a mentor. It could mean honouring the whole clan, and recalls that specific part of the Resol’nare. Or it could have the more general sense of honouring all that have come before you, i.e. honouring the culture and cultural traditions of Mandalore. That also makes red the traditional colour of lore-keepers, like gorane, archivists, reporters, historians, archaeologists, poets and song-smiths—which also might come with its own set of connotations, like associating the colour red with the act of creation (like the smithing of armour and weapons).

Saviin, purple

Other parts of the fandom have given purple the sense of “luck”. I’m a big fan of the “adaptability, survival in adversity” meaning. Depending on how you want to view it, it’s either an additional meaning or a specific kind of luck. English-speakers might not view it as luck at all, but for Mandalorians it might be the most salient kind of luck of them all: the adaptability to take advantage of opportunities, the indomitability to make opportunities where there are none, and the tenacity to keep going until either one is possible. It’s the ultimate “the gods help those who help themselves” kind of luck.

I like the idea that saviin is a kind of a wildflower, not necessarily any relation to wild violets on earth besides the colour. And I think that wildflowers are actually the most revered kind of a flower in Mandalorian culture post-Dral’Han. Not the fancy roses and lilies, but the little weeds that can grow even in the unlikeliest of places and make their way even through concrete and stone (or the glassed surface of a planet).

I think that the tropical jungle flowers that grew on Mandalore before Dral’Han have collectively taken on a meaning a bit like cherry flowers in Japanese culture. They’re beautiful, but ultimately fragile and ephemeral. Traditional Mandalorian species are especially significant because of their disappearance/rarity.

So calling someone sarad’ika (“little flower”) as a pet name could mean that they’re precious. But it could also be used sarcastically, rather like “a special little snowflake” is in English, implying they’re a fragile tropical flower that can only survive in the artificial conditions of a hothouse. But calling someone saviin’ika (or another wildflower/weed) unambiguously means they’re tenacious and thrive even in adversity.

Besal, steel-grey (silver)

So English has “silver” as the prototypical metal colour. But I think for mandos, that would be the colour of beskar, not silver. So besal < bes (steel) + sal (colour), or beskar (as an adjective, meaning beskar-coloured).

So the colour silver symbolises, and in the case of beskar’gam is, unpainted metal. Depending on context, having unpainted beskar’gam could mean several things. Mourning like grey, but also specifically the kind of mourning where you have nothing and no-one to paint your besk for, being the last one of your clan or suffering another kind of devastating loss. It could also mean seeking redemption: when you can’t use the other colours because you feel you have lost your honour and the right to claim the values the other colours symbolise, but instead of hanging up your armour, you’re determined to keep going and redeem yourself. It could also imply stripped paint, as in the case of inherited beskar (see mourning), or signify a great change (one being in the process of repainting their armour).

Is there anything you can tell me about Mando colour symbolism that isn't already on that "armour colour" post? I'm planning out a Sabine POV story where it would be relevant.

Well, yes and no. I went over the “facts” of colors and mandalorian color theory. What I can do now is kind of dig deeper into the actual mando’a words for colors, and maybe extrapolate more on the etymology of each word as they’re relevant to colors. If anything, it’ll give you an idea of how to break down the colors and maybe play with the meanings, or even the construction of the words themselves. Hopefully that helps?

I got a little carried away (again?) so I apologize for the length and time it took to put this together … and also you can take everything I say with a grain of salt as I’m trying to make sense of the etymology of these words. I’m also skipping orange as there’s no word for in the dictionary as of yet, and including violet since it is.

So, let’s go in the order that I went in the original post. Forewarning that black is going to be the longest section as I’ve thought about it maybe way too much.

ne’tra — black 

Ne’ is traditionally one of the negative prefixes of mando’a. It’s meant to indicate the opposite of what it’s attached to, or the not-thing. Tra means space, void … but it also translates to starfield, or field of stars. 

So. Black. Justice. Not the void of space, or, alternatively, Without stars, a starless night. 

However way you want to interpret that is up to you, but to me? From what I understand of mandalorian history? They were once a truly nomadic people, who voyaged across the stars. They were, arguably, wayfinders. More than just warriors, or conquerors, or however most would like to put it.

I originally wasn’t going to do this, but because you mentioned (elsewhere) that you’re focusing on dusk, I want to take a moment to extrapolate on this thought. The reason I say this is because of how they view stars. 

Mandalorians are generally not considered to be religious. But the language they speak is still very deeply steeped in poetic concepts — grasping at the enormous and unthinkable with words as clever and broad as a people can attempt to embody them. Stars is my personal favorite.

Ka’ra — stars, ruling council of fallen leaders. Mandalorians still speak of those who pass as not being dead, but marching far far away. The origin of the word stars is the belief that the Mand’alore ascend to the stars, to watch over the people and to guide them.

The word for breath is kar’am. Hyperdrive is karbakar (star to star). Kar’ta is heart. Kar’taylir is awareness, knowledge, lit. to hold in the heart. Karyai is the main communal living room of a communal home, where a family convenes to spend time together — and often the last bastion against an invasion.

Jate’kara, luck, destiny, literally good stars, a course to steer by. 

All of these words stem from stars.

Black, the color, is literally a starless night. But, while the impulse is to go for something negative, I would actually pull away from that. Mandalorians, in general, also view adversity (something difficult, something terrible, something terrifying) as something to challenge and overcome as a way of life. A starless night is not to be feared but to be met. 

A starless night may also be indicative, poetically, of a place or a people or an event without justice. And that void, that emptiness, that lack? Must be filled. Whomsoever wears black has taken it upon themselves to fill a void and reinstate justice in whatever manner that may mean.

But also consider: a night without stars evokes a specific sort of image and feeling … which may also be completely different depending on the person in question. Someone who lives in a bright city and experiences light pollution would be used to a night without stars, versus someone living out in the wild (like Krownest) or who is dependent on the stars to travel, would be used to a night full of stars and may find it distressing or strange.

ve’vut — gold

This one is a little less straightforward. Vut, or vutyc, indicates special. Unique, precious. Ve’ (pronounced vay or veh) is unclear as to what it’s meant to indicate, but often when we see ve’ as a prefix, it’s usually from ven (future tense), but in this case it may be from vheh, earth, soil, dirt. 

Gold. Vengeance. A precious future, or, precious metal.

Maybe evocative of the sun rising after a long and difficult night. The gold of the sun rising is a promise of a future — or at the very least, the feeling of surviving to tomorrow. This might be too poetic though lmao, and tbh … I really like the simplicity and the directness of precious metal (lit. special dirt, lmao).

The funny thing here is that though I have gold and yellow listed together for meaning (as they are, generally, considered under the same banner of Vengeance), the word for yellow is different.

shi'yayc — yellow

So. I’m not really a fan of this word, to be perfectly honest with you. I’m of the opinion this is less an actual color and more an adjective meant to describe something else. But regardless, here it is.

From shi, just/only, and yayc, which may be from oyayc, meaning alive (or oya! which carries many meanings and generally overwhelmingly positive). Generally though, with the yc added to the end, it’s less a noun and more an adjective, so it might actually be meant to be a descriptor (ie. yellowing of skin or eyes etc). 

Yellow. Vengeance. Only just alive, or barely dead.

Maybe comparison to, say, a recently deceased person — but that only really works if one assumed that all dead persons are pale and turn yellow when they die, and that’s a weird assumption to make in the context of mandalorians.

Also consider: yellow is dull compared to the shine of a metallic gold. Less intense in that way. My question is what becomes of a person after they’ve enacted vengeance? What becomes of a life devoid of a perpetual motivating force like that? What happens when gold loses its sheen and fades, dulls? 

Am I just taking this too far, to the next level it doesn’t need to go? maybe

EDIT:: w/ points from anon through a later ask, I’d like to also add what they said: 

you pondered about the connotations of yellow regarding ‘just/barely alive’ and its comparison to gold. I thought maybe it’s about flames/light - like a bright vivid flame is a bright gold, while the flame, when it’s only small and ->barely alive

I hadn’t even consider that it might have been referencing intensity of light/fire? But the way you put it, that may actually make more sense than the direction I was going in. I was definitely perplexed somewhat, like I was missing something. This sounds like what I was missing.

That could also apply for the heat of a flame, too. Like, referring to the intensity of the light, or the intensity of the heat, or both, depending entirely on context, and related to the below.

Lust for life

So, there’s no word for orange in mando’a at this time.

Consider: Yellow is sometimes indicated to also mean lust for life, depending on who you ask and what source material you’re comparing it to.

It’s entirely possible that mandalorians don’t have a way to differentiate between yellow and orange. Some cultures do display a limitation in language, seeing what we would consider a range (yellow to orange) as all one spectrum under the same banner.

So while Yellow may mean barely alive/barely dead, yellow may also mean nothing but life.

Something to think about.

genet — gray

Gray/Silver. Mourning lost love.

Ge’ for almost, by proximity (literally or metaphorically). Net, we can assume, comes from the word for black, ne’tra. So, in this case, gray is literally almost black, but not quite. Reaching towards it, maybe, but not quite there.

I’ve used overcast before to describe gray, or the feeling of a loss, of grief, and it still applies here. Almost, not quite, as a starless night sky. Duller, paler, than a starfield. That kind of thing—perpetually in comparison to black.

Also consider that it may infer obscuring the target, instead of almost reaching black, it may act like a filter, a translucent overlay to take away or obscure intensity of (in this case from black, or night sky). Mandalorians, who are (or once was) so used to navigating by/the stars, suddenly having to deal with their guidance obscured? There’s loss, there, too.

kebiin — blue

This one’s a little … less straightforward. Ke’ is used as an imperative prefix, usually to indicate that this word/sentence is a command, but keb may also come from kebbur, meaning to try or make an attempt. Biin, or bii, may come from abiik, air (interestingly, kebii’tra indicates sky, so it’s literally blue starfield, blue space).

What is reliable? What is faithful? Following through, or making the attempt again and again—someone consistent, trustworthy. To stretch the meaning, as trustworthy as the air. 

Blue. Reliability. Faithful. As consistent, or trustworthy, as the air.

I wonder if that was ever a phrase in use. “As trustworthy as the air” might ring true on a planet where they can breathe without their helmets … but what if they so happen to land on a planet that they cannot?

In hindsight, that sounds like a very mando joke to make. B’)

“Who ever is reliable all the time?” Both a joke and a very serious question.

ge’tal — red

Ge shows up again. Almost. Tal, blood. Almost blood, or nearly / like blood. 

From what I understand, the Taung did bleed red, and since they were the original mandalorians, it makes sense for them to make the simplest association for the color.

Red. Honoring a parent. 

This is kind of a call back, imo, to the saying “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” as chosen family ties are stronger than that of biological ones, and consider that mandalorians are expected to shed blood for their chosen family if it ever came to it.

But also consider pointing at a rose and, quite literally, calling it like blood. 

vorpan — green

Vor, figuratively, is to thank. Literally, it’s to accept. Pan… is a little difficult to discover what it might indicate, or where it may come from, but from the two other words it’s a part of (epan, for guts, entrails, and sapan for electromagnet) we can kind of infer that it’s meant to indicate core, or insides, the interior of a thing.

Metaphorically, vorpan can be understood to be accepting a task to fulfill with one’s whole being. For context, vorpan’oy is the word for vegetation, as in bringing life to green.

Green. Duty. To embody one’s accepted task. 

Not really sure why, but let’s go with that.

saviin — violet

This word is actually very close to Sabine’s name — they’re pronounced the same, just with a v instead of b. In some dialects or accent, one might say they are the same. I would argue they are.

So. Violet. Saviin. Sa’ most likely comes from sarad, meaning flower, bloom. Viin is from viinir, for run. 

Running flower. Wild violets are considered weeds in some places, and so instead of run as in flee, run may lean more towards running wild, an overgrowth — or a plant that can live, even thrive, anywhere, in spite of adversity and outside forces attempting to eradicate them. 

Survival in adversity.

And, maybe unintentionally maybe not, given the above I would argue it’s a perfect name for Sabine under the circumstances. 

EDIT:: referring again to points brought up by anon in a later ask:

saviin sounds a lot like Sabine, which seems very very likely to me, considering the long i (or rather e - from an anglophone perspective) and that [v] and [b] are very similar sounds, so maybe Sabine is like a basic transcription or a dialect form of Saviin. Regarding the meaning of the colour/name

My etymology for it would be the following: “viin”/“bine” being a degenerated/shortened form (or even the root?) of kebiin - blue connected with “sa” - as, like, it gives “sa viin” - “like blue”, what is kind of a good description for purple/violet, implying the standard shade in mandalorian perception would be a darker bluish purple ALSO implying that the concept of purple cam up comparably late in the language, similar of the color orange getting it’s name rather late in germanic languages 

I was going color by color so I missed the connection in the effort to complete the post, which was an oversight by me sadly. 

It might also then directly connect the connotations of blue (reliability) with purple (adaptability, survival in adversity). They who are reliable can be depended on to adapt and survive adversity, or so on, kind of like orange (lust for life) from yellow, as thought about from above (the intensity of the flame).

Definitely some interesting things to think about.

[ranahan]

Mando’a masterpost

Most of my Mando’a linguistic nerdery you should be able to find under the hashtags #mando’a linguistics and #ranah talks mando’a. Specific topics like phonology and etymology are tagged on newer posts but not necessarily on older. I also reblog lots of other people’s fantastic #mando’a stuff, which many of these posts are replies to.

I also post about #mandalorian culture, other #meta: mandalorians and #star wars meta topics, #star wars languages, #conlangs, and #linguistics. I like to reblog well-reasoned and/or interesting takes on Star Wars and Mandalorian politics, but I am not pro or contra fictional characters or organisations, only pro good storytelling. You can use the featured tags to navigate most of these topics. Not Star Wars content tag is #not star wars, although if it’s on this blog, likely it’s tangentially related or at least Mandalorian-coded.

Currently working on an expanded dictionary and an analysis of canon Mando’a. Updates under #mando’a project. Here are my thoughts on using my stuff (tldr: please do). My askbox is open & I’d love to hear which words, roots or other features you want to see dissected next.

#Phonology

Mando’a vowels

Murmured sounds in Mando’a

Ven’, ’ne and ’shya—phonology of Mando’a affixes

#Morphology

Mando’a demonyms: -ad or -ii?

Agent nouns in Mando’a

Reduplication in Mando’a

Verbal conjugation in Ancient Mando’a & derivations in Modern Mando’a

-nn

Adjectival suffixes (this one is skierunner’s theory, but dang it’s good and it’s on my post, so I’m including it)

e-, i- (prefix) “-ness”

#Syntax

Middle Mando’a creole hypothesis — Relative tenses — Tense, aspect and mood & creole languages — Copula and zero copula in creole languages — More thoughts about Mando’a TAM particles

Mando’a tense/aspect/mood (headcanons)

Mando’a has no passive

Adjectives as passive voice & other strategies

Colloquial Mando’a

Alienable/inalienable possession — more thoughts

Translating wh-words into Mando’a

#Roots, words & etymology

ad ‘child’—but also many other things

adenn, ‘wrath’

akaan & naak: war & peace

an ‘all’ + a collective suffix & plural collectives

ba’ & bah

*bir-, birikad, birgaan & again

cetar ‘kneel’

cinyc & shiny

gai’ka, ka’gaht, la’mun

jagyc, ori’jagyc & misandry

janad

*ka-, kakovidir & cardinal directions

ke’gyce ‘order, command’

*maan-, manda, gai bal manda, kir’manir, ramaan & kar’am & runi: ‘soul’ & ‘spirit’

*nor- & *she- ‘back’ (+ bonus *resh-)

projor ‘next’

riduurok, riduur, kom’rk, shuk’orok

*sak-, sakagal ‘cross’

*sen- ‘fly’

tapul

urmankalar ‘believe’

*ver- ‘earn’

*ya-, yai, yaim (& flyby mentions of eyayah, eyaytir, gayiyla, gayiylir, aliit)

Dialectal English & slang in Mando’a

#Non-canon words

Mining vocabulary

Non-canon reduplications

Many words for many Mandalorians

What’s the word for “greater mandalorian space”?

Names of Mandalorian planets

Dral’Han & derived words

besal ‘silver, steel grey’

derivhaan

hukad & hukal, ’sheath, scabbard’

*maan-, manda, kar’am & runi: ‘soul’ & ‘spirit’ & derivations

mara/maru, ‘amber-root’

*sen- ‘fly’ derivations

tarisen ‘swoop bike’

*ver- ‘earn’ derivations

#mando’a proverbs

#mando’a idioms

Pragmatics & ethnolinguistics

Middle Mando’a creole hypothesis

History of Mando’a — Loanwords in Mando’a

Mando’a timeline

Mandalorian languages

#mandalorian sign language

Kinship terms

Politeness in Mando’a: gedet’ye & ba’gedet’ye — vor entye, vor’e, n’entye — vor’e etc. again — n’eparavu takisit, ni ceta

Mandalorians and medicine, baar’ur, triage

#Mandalorian colour theory (#mandalorians and color): cin & purity, colour associations & orange, cin, ge’tal, saviin & besal, gemstone symbolism

#Mandalorian nature, Flora and fauna of Manda’yaim

starry road

Concordian dialogue retcon

A short history of the Mandalorian Empire

Mandalorian clans & government headcanons

Mando’a handwriting guide: part 1, part 2, part 3

What I would have done differently if I had constructed Mando’a

FAQ

Can you answer a question about combat medicine? May I direct you to my post about Free tactical medicine learning resources.

Can I use your words/headcanons in my own projects? Short answer: yes please.

Do you do translations? If I happen to be in the mood or your translation question is interesting. Feel free to bomb my inbox, but don’t expect quick answers.

What’s your stance on Satine Kryze and the New Mandalorians? They’re fictional and I don’t have one beyond their narrative being interesting & wishing that fandom would have civil conversations about them without calling each other names.

Why do you portray Mandalorians as multi-racial and gender-agnostic when they’re not that diverse in canon? Because that’s the power of transformative works: to create the kind of representation we want to see in a world where it’s lacking.

LGBTQIA? I don’t stand for any shade of discrimination. If I say something insensitive, rest assured it’s because I temporarily misplaced my other brain cell, not because of malice.

NSFW? No. This is a linguistics blog, so cursing and some explicit vocabulary should be expected—slang is one of my interests, and vulgar language comes with the territory—but no porn here. I don’t believe in nudity or sex in themselves being taboo topics and I was a medic for a good chunk of my life, so frank discussions about sex education/medical/anatomical/trauma topics might also happen. I’ll try to tag if these topics come up, but frankly my own explicitness- and gore-meter is kinda broken after a career in emergency medicine, so things might slip by.

Asks under #ranah answers

P.s. Let me know if the links don’t work or something else is wrong (some items don’t have links, they are articles in my draft folder/queue which I’ve listed here so they don’t get lost—sorry for the tease!). Also please tell me if you need me to tag something I haven’t so you can filter it: this blog is for readers—if I was writing just for myself, I wouldn’t bother to edit and publish—so let me know what I can do to make it work better for you. Thanks!

[viscanpikamine]

Y’all asked so I deliver. Akaan and Ge’tal are my main SW OCs, but you’ll also see lots of content for Akaan’s master and his twin (the master’s twin) and their Clone Commander. They’re all set in the EU and mostly repcomm tbh lol

I’ll expend on most of what is said here thru comics and drawings, especially Akaan’s relationship with Mandalorians and his relationship with Jusik.

Anyways I love them and they are brothers <33

Them alone

[techs-goggles9902]

Sha’s Masterlist ✨

Hi, you can call me Sha or Ge’tal. I’m a fan girl, writer, and artist (sometimes). I’m a book nerd! I’m on Instagram ( knee_s0cks1409 ) TikTok ( techs_goggles99 ) , and I make shuffles on Pinterest ( techs_goggles99 ) ! My general tag is Sha Speaks and my art tag is Sha’s art

Fandoms include: The Band Ghost, Star Wars Prequels (TCW and TBB included) & Republic Commando, DC, Arctic Monkeys, (anime account is @kacchans-gauntlet ), The Hunger Games, the Outsiders, and Wild Kratts.

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Rules for requests: no clone/clone, rexwalker, rexsoka, spicy stuff, or obikin, or Krattcest, or minor/adult. I will write my oc stories, and if you request it I’ll write your oc into canon typical situations or requested setting.

Send in an ask or dm me if you want to join/leave the tag list!

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My longer fics:

Two Souls Entwined

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (ongoing, unknown number of chapters)

Summary: Niva Veen (oc) x Captain Rex

Clone Heaven ✉️

Clone Heaven (Fives and Fox meet in clone Heaven)

Clone Heaven (Kix and 501st reunion) UPCOMING

TBB Modern AU

Masterlist

Summary: TBB in a modern setting.

One Time Things: (maybe)

Fi’s on leave (RC 8015 x gender neutral reader) ✉️

Tech, I don’t fit in (Tech x f!reader plantonic, Raven Skirata cameo) ✉️

I Like You (Rex x medic female reader) ✉️

Why Did You Wait For Me? (Crosshair x female reader) ✉️

Mr. Echolocation (Echo x gender neutral reader) ✉️

CX-2 is all that remains (Tech lives) ✉️

TBB Reacts to Ghost (My interpretation of how Clone Force 99 would react to their s/o listening to Ghost) ✉️

More than sniffles (Hunter x gn reader - who’s sick) ✉️

My art:

Death Troopers Helmet ⚠️

TBB Echo

Cody kicking a clanker

Obi-Wan fell asleep (Codywan)

Brainrot Hunter

@/dangracoon’s oc Jaine Vale x Crosshair

[ranahan]

@kad-dala

Okay, so I’m just going to preface this by saying I’m an EMT. So if I get pedantic about shit it’s not personal, it’s just me knowing this stuff saves lives and consequently being incapable of being chill about it. If you don’t want to commit to medical realism in your worldbuilding, feel free to ignore me.

First of all, I want to note that there are several triage systems, both across the world and in different situations (in the field vs. in the hospital). I’m going to assume you refer to a triage system like START (used in US and with some modifications in many other parts of the world) which is used by first responders at the scene of a mass casualty incident. TCCC uses a modification on this scheme as well (TCCC is also your google buzzword if you want to learn more about tactical medical care).

I have in my drafts triage as oribru’solet/kadale’solet, lit. emergency/casualty count. Triage comes from French trier (‘to separate, sort, shift, select’): separation/classification is one useful function of triage (but we don’t really have a good root for that), getting numbers is another (which we do have a root for). I’m not married to this word, it’s just the best I could come up at the time it occurred to me.

And here comes the pedantic part, I’m going to nitpick on your classifications:

Red, immediate: ge’tal. The Russian dictionary has linjyc, ‘urgent’ if you want to use that; you could derive it from oribru, ‘emergency’ > oribru’la, ‘emergent, urgent’; or jii, ‘now’ > jiila, ‘immediate’.

Yellow, delayed: shi’yayc. You could use one of the words above for reds and one of the less-immediate for yellows (I don’t know how Mando’a would compare e.g. oribru’la vs. linjyc, same or different as emergency vs. urgent?).

Green, minor/walking wounded: vorpan, kemyc/kem’la kadale (haven’t worked out which adjectival suffix it’s supposed to be). “Walking wounded” is imho a pretty good description, so I chose to calque it (lit. “walking casualties”).

Black, deceased: ne’tra, kyradyc

I don’t know how much background/training you have in triage, but as a quick recap for anyone who doesn’t know what these classifications mean:

Reds are patients who have a problem in one of the major life supporting organ systems: brains, breathing, or bleeding. That’s stuff that has the potential to be immediately life-threatening.

Yellows are patients who aren’t red (i.e. can wait), but aren’t capable of walking. They don’t have to be severely injured: a broken leg won’t kill you, but it will prevent you from evacuating yourself (and will therefore need resources allocated for the evacuation to happen). Or their injuries may be more severe, but they’re holding steady enough they’re not in immediate danger of perishing without medical care that can’t be administered in the field.

Greens are patients who aren’t red and can evacuate themselves. You’ll still need to keep a count of them and give them checkups at some point, because otherwise you’ll miss the guy who’s been walking off an injury with the power of adrenaline, but later keels over from an unchecked bleed. In combat situations, these guys can usually be treated in the field (by medics, or by self- or buddy-aid), and they should be utilized in helping to treat/evacuate the more seriously wounded, securing the scene, or being put back into the fight.

Blacks are deceased. Nothing you can do for them, but you’ll need to check and mark them to make sure you haven’t overlooked someone who you could help.

tldr: The way I see it, the function of triage is not to assign a severity classification, but to assign the order in which casualties are treated and evacuated. The goal is to evacuate and treat everybody, but in mass casualty incidents where there are more casualties than resources, we need to allocate resources in ways which do most good. Or, save most lives and limbs, if you will. Triage classes are also very handy for communicating with people higher in the command chain. Your superiors don’t want or need the medical details, they just want to know what resources they need to assign to your scene. So they’ll be happy if you can tell them you have X people who need urgent medevac (reds); Y people who need medical assistance/evac but can wait (yellows); and Z people who may need non-urgent transportation and checkups/minimal care—or in a combat situation, can continue fighting (greens).

I also think you could use just the first letter of G, S, V and N (or perhaps Oribru’la, Linjyc, Naas (as in the answer “fine”), Kyradyc) as the sigils—easier and faster to write. Ideally—and actually—you’d spend less than 30 seconds per patient when doing your first round of triage. Triage is also a continuous process, so you will need to be able to cross over and rewrite the sigils when you need to move a patient from one category to another. So I think simpler sigils would be more readable. Idk, I’m visualizing mando medics using some kind of paint markers (since they apparently write acronyms like MS on patients) that won’t be washed off by rain/water/mud, but come off with some common solvent like alcohol. But here experience tells me that if it can leave behind a messy residue/unreadable mess, it probably will.

Some other random related vocabulary from my notes:

Adol b’adol (phrase): through and through (of wounds); clear cut (of situations etc)

Agol’shupur (n.): flesh wound, soft-tissue injury

Epan’shupur (n.): gut wound

Casualties (wounded) is kadale, so casualties (deceased) would probably be kyradyce

My take on basic Mandalorian triage terms and symbols

Shupur'sur - damage list, triage,

Ge'tal - red, DAR'KYR'JII not yet dead/urgent,

Shi'yayc - yellow, SHUPUR severe trauma,

Vorpan - green, KADALA injury,

Ne'tra - black, KYRAYC deceased,

Feel free to add on and comment

@ranahan

@quicksilvermad

[dindjarindiaries]

Breakable Heaven - Chapter 6: Ardent Admiration

summary: You remain with Din at the covert for another day, falling more and more in love with the lifestyle—and him.

warnings: canonical-type violence (sparring), angst, fluff, a little ~hint~ of spice

rating: T

word count: 4.973k

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chapter 6: ardent admiration

When you wake up the next morning, you’re convinced yesterday was a dream—until you lift your head and meet Din’s affectionate brown gaze as he smiles sweetly at you. You return his smile as he brushes his hand over your head, a movement you know he’s been repeating even while you slept.

“Jate vaar’tur, cyar’ika,” Din says softly, his voice a pure rasp in his effort to keep it quiet. When you furrow your brow at the unfamiliar words, Din smiles more. “That means ‘good morning.’”

Your smile returns as you nod. “Good morning, Din,” you greet, your stomach filling with butterflies when he kisses you softly.

“Did you sleep well?” Din asks as soon as he pulls away, his tone full of genuine concern as he sets a careful hand upon your cheek. Your heart flutters in your chest when his thumb runs over your skin, his gaze searching yours for true and honest answers. Even something that seems as simple as sleeping means everything to Din.

“I think that’s the best sleep I’ve ever had,” you confess honestly, giggling a bit as relief washes over Din’s features.

“Good.” Din grins brilliantly, though it falters slightly as he begins to focus intently on something. You realize when his knuckles brush down the side of your face that it’s you. He’s speechless for a few moments, making you bite back a smile as he shakes his head aimlessly. “You are so…” Din trails off, still unable to put proper words to his thoughts.

You whimper in embarrassment and try to hide your face in his neck. “Dinnn,” you drag, unable to resist smiling when you hear him laugh and reach for the sides of your face. Soon, you’re drowning in his brown eyes again, watching as they glow with each word he says.

“Don’t hide from me,” Din urges you softly, his nose brushing against yours before he kisses you again. “I want to memorize you.” He kisses you yet again, becoming more passionate with each one. “With my own eyes.” His next kiss nearly takes your breath away, leaving you to look at him with helpless affection as he gently eases his way above you. “Before… it’s too… late.” Din kisses you over and over again, something you gladly reciprocate as you hold his face tenderly between your hands—afraid that you’ll lose him if you let go.

Refusing to think about the implications of Din’s words, you urge him even closer to you, trapping you between his body and the bed as you breathe your life and your love into him. He does the same to you, suffocating you in that beautiful way that makes air itself seem ineffectual. Your lungs burn with the same flame your heart does, burning hotter and hotter the more Din melts against you as the galaxy fades around you.

That is, until you hear footsteps outside the curtain of the room.

Din pulls away quickly yet reluctantly, looking over his shoulder before he falls back to your side. You keep a hand pressed upon his arm as the curtain swishes to the side, revealing Zena as she carries two bowls with a warm smile.

“Su cuy’gar, cyarike,” Zena introduces, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she sets the bowls down upon a table beside Din’s bed. Hello, sweethearts. “Sleep well? Or at all?”

“Vod’ika,” Din warns, raising an eyebrow at his sister.

Zena shrugs innocently, narrowing her eyes as she studies something on Din. She smirks with satisfaction as she circles her finger over her own lips. “Ge’tal.” Red.

You look over to see Din’s cheeks flushing as he gets up from the bed. “K’uur.” Hush. As embarrassed as Din might be, he still smiles at his little sister, kissing her forehead and then gesturing to the bowls. “Vor’e, vod’ika.” Thank you, little sister.

Zena nods, smiling at you before she turns and leaves the room. You furrow your brow and look at Din. “What’d she say?” you question curiously.

Din shakes his head. “You’d rather not know.” Still, he smiles as he grabs the bowls, handing one to you as you sit on the edge of his bed. “First meal is served.”

You grin and take a spoonful of the substance, instantly pleased by just the first bite. “This is really good.”

“We have it almost every morning.” Din stands just in front of you as he eats from his own bowl. “It’s good for a day of training.”

You tilt your head as you swallow your current bite. “Are you training today?”

Din shrugs. “I don’t think I’m supposed to. But I still like to get some work in on off days.” He gestures with his head towards the curtain as he takes and swallows another bite. “Often, I spar with others.”

You nod in understanding. You’re about to ask him more about sparring when you notice something shining on his desk, catching your full attention as it stands out from the dull wood of the table. You realize it’s a large collection of credits, more than you think you’ve ever seen together—even after a day’s work at the stall. “That’s a lot of credits.”

Din’s gaze follows yours, making him shrug again as he looks back to you. “I’ve been saving them for a while.” He pauses, his gaze averting yours momentarily as he takes another bite and goes on. “I… want to buy my own ship and travel to my home planet before I swear my Creed. That way, I can see it with my own eyes one last time.”

Strong sympathy fills you as you resist the urge to reach for his hand, instead looking at him with the comfort you hope to provide him with. “And your home planet isn’t Mandalore.”

Din nods. “It’s farther away from Scespa. That’s why I need my own ship.” He meets your gaze again as he distracts himself with another spoonful. “I have enough credits now, but I’m… just not ready yet.”

“And that’s okay.” Your reassurance comes quickly and firmly as you look at him with gentle severity. “You still have time.”

Din sighs lightly as his gaze falls again. “But not much of it.”

His words place a bantha in the room that both of you refuse to address. Ever since your whirlwind romance has begun, you’ve only hinted at the idea of what’s to come at the end of the summer with Din swearing his Creed and you moving offworld to the Brelle system. It’s something the two of you want to keep far away, no matter how much closer that reality comes.

Your brief silence is interrupted when Din looks at you with sincere concern. “How’s your leg feeling?”

You shrug and look down at it, the wrap still hiding the wound from you as you circle your ankle a few times. “It feels all right from what I can tell.” You don’t feel any pain from your actions, causing your optimism about the treatment to rise as you meet Din’s relieved gaze.

“Good.” He smiles at you as you set your bowl upon the nearby table, a mischievous glint in his eye as he quickly looks over his shoulder at the curtain. “We’ll keep you here the rest of today, though, just to be sure.”

You return his smile, watching with admiration as he takes your bowl for you. “Yeah. Rather be safe than sorry, right?”

Din nods. “Right.” He bends down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, making your entire body warm as you grin at him with all the love and joy in your heart. “Let me go wash these out. I’ll be right back.”

Din waits for you to nod before he goes, pushing the curtain aside and leaving you alone. You take a deep breath while trying to wipe the stupid smile from your lips—but you can’t. Instead, you gaze longingly upon the opposite wall, unable to stop thinking about the events of the past day and night. You’ve never felt this happy and safe in your life and you’re determined to keep it this way. Part of you almost wants to ask Din if you can just stay here with him and his Mandalorian family, but you know what the repercussions of that would be. Even Din wouldn’t be able to agree to that.

The curtain starts to swish open and you’re about to greet your lover with a smile before you listen and realize he’s not the one who’s entering.

“Ner vod,” a deep and almost booming voice greets. “I heard you were—…” The young man trails off when he stops and sees you, tilting his head curiously before a sly smile appears on his lips. He’s at least double the size of Din, with skin that’s darker and eyes that glow bright with a friendly yet ambitious kind of light. “Ah, you must be the cyar’ika I’ve heard so much about.”

You shrug at that, attempting to keep yourself from feeling embarrassed as he crosses his arms and chuckles. He lifts his chin a bit as he takes more time to observe you.

“I must say,” he goes on, remaining respectful even with his next words. “Djarin has good taste.”

“Nari,” Din suddenly says, pushing through the curtain quickly as he draws the attention onto himself. I do. “Me’copaani, ori’vod?” What do you want, older brother?

Din’s ori’vod gestures to you. “Care to introduce me to your cyar’ika first?”

You don’t miss the way Din’s cheeks turn pink at the name he’s called you. Din comes to your side and tells him your name. “This,” Din begins, gesturing with his head towards his ori’vod, “is Paz.”

“Paz,” you repeat, narrowing your eyes at the familiarity of the name. Your eyes widen when it comes to you. “The vibroblade wound.”

Paz chuckles and looks at Din with amusement. “You’ve already told them about me?”

Your hands tighten into fists as you keep them on your lap. “You cut him with a vibroblade?”

Din sets one of his hands over both of yours, giving you a look of reassurance before he speaks. “That’s… just how it is with sparring, cyar’ika,” Din says softly. “It’s all right. Like I said before…” Din pauses to look at Paz with a friendly smile, “he’s like an older brother to me.”

“How touching,” Paz remarks, still grinning before he looks towards the curtain. “Now, can I tetta gar shebs already?” Can I kick your ass already?

Din looks over at you. “I don’t know,” he starts. “I’ve got to look after them.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Paz urges. “They can watch. You’ll put on a show for them, won’t you?”

Din sends a warning glare in Paz’s direction as you shrug. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind seeing you in action, Din,” you agree, earning a look of surprise from him. “As long as you don’t let yourself get hurt.”

Din looks between you and Paz for a few moments, ultimately sighing as he nods. “Fine. Just let me get ready.”

Paz nods in return, leaving the room as you prepare to do the same. You start to stand when Din stops you, setting his hands upon your shoulders and furrowing his brow.

“You… don’t have to go.” Din searches your eyes, making sure you’re comfortable with this level of intimacy. It’s not much—just being present for a change of clothes—but Din’s as sensitive as ever to anything he does with you, something that touches your heart as you smile at him.

“All right.” Din returns your smile and steps away, reaching for clothes that look much more suited for fighting than the ones he’s currently wearing. “I can look away if you want me to.”

Din shrugs as he starts to tug at the collar of his shirt. “I don’t mind.” He smiles in the most charming manner after he pulls the shirt off, tossing the fabric aside and knowing full well that you’re enjoying the view. “If you can handle it.”

You shake your head and bite back a smile. “How arrogant,” you say playfully. “Where’d my sweet brown-eyed boy from the marketplace go?”

“He’s still here,” Din assures you as he slides on his new shirt. “He’s just hidden beneath the view.”

You roll your eyes dramatically and giggle, trying not to make a point of obviously watching as Din finishes changing into his training gear. He finishes off with a pair of boots that he ties off, testing them with a few firm steps before he nods at you.

“Ready to go?” Din sounds as gentle as usual, formally abandoning the cheekier side of himself as he walks back over to you. With a nod, you start to slide off the bed, accepting his hands for support as you stand for the first time since getting bit. It feels completely normal, making you smile wide.

“It doesn’t hurt,” you inform Din, causing him to release a visible breath of relief as he still keeps one of his hands in yours.

“Can you walk a few steps? Just to make sure?” Din gives your hand a gentle squeeze for silent support. You nod and do what he says, stepping forward and smiling even more when you’re just as stable as you’d normally be. Din moves with you, squeezing your hand again and pressing his lips against your temple. “Good, cyar’ika,” he mumbles against your skin, making your stomach fill with butterflies as you look at him adoringly. His gaze admires you just the same.

“I think it’s time for my ‘show’ now, isn’t it?” Your words break your brief silence as Din chuckles, shaking his head and leading the way out of his room.

“Paz is… being dramatic,” Din insists, still holding your hand even as you walk through the tunnels of the covert. “It’s not much.”

“It might not be much to you,” you respond, raising your brow as you look over at him, “but I’ve never gotten to see you in action before.”

“Fair enough,” Din remarks as he turns a corner in the tunnels and heads towards a wide curtain, pushing it aside to reveal a large room with a full wall of weapons, benches along the perimeter, and a center with flooring that designates it for fighting. Din remains silent as he walks you over to one of the benches, keeping his hand in yours as he helps you to sit and looks at you with glowing eyes. “I’ll make you proud, ner kar’ta.”

You smile warmly at him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Din returns your smile and presses a kiss on your knuckles, letting your hand go as he steps away to head towards the wall of weapons. You watch him fondly as you cross your legs on top of the bench. Din reaches for a long fighting stick, one with two prongs on the end of it. He flips it a few times as if he’s testing the weight, eventually nodding to himself as he carries it over to the large square of softer flooring. Paz is already there flipping around a similar kind of stick, his size compared to Din’s making you nervous for him—but the confidence you have in your lover overpowers your nerves.

“What are you thinking, ner vod?” Paz says to Din, smirking as he flips the stick over his back and then secures it in front of himself with both hands. “Scared to embarrass yourself in front of your vencuyot riduur?” Future spouse?

“Draar,” Din retorts. Never. He takes the stick in one hand and then steps back, swinging the stick with him as it remains by his side. “K’olar.” Come here.

Whatever Din’s said, it’s caused Paz to rile up, letting out a battle cry as he charges towards Din with his fighting stick ready. Din lifts his just in time to counter Paz’s attack, holding off the blow and pushing back on Paz. His ori’vod falls back a step, putting him on the defensive as Din attacks skilfully rather than powerfully. With quick movements of his hands, Din strikes different parts of Paz’s fighting stick with his own, keeping Paz from initiating any kind of offensive maneuvers. At one point, Din even pretends to drop his stick, letting it fall as he squats down and turns to meet it, catching it again and using it to hit the back of Paz’s knee. He falls onto it, making your chest swell with excitement as Din starts to move towards ending the fight just as quickly as they’d started it.

Paz, however, is just as quick as Din, his hand grabbing Din’s stick and pulling it over his shoulder hard enough for Din to move with it. Din flips over Paz’s head yet lands gracefully as he rolls over shoulder backwards, tugging his stick from Paz’s grasp and staring him down with a determined gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. This is a whole new side to Din that you’re seeing—and it’s causing a skip in your heart as you nearly start to grasp your chest in surprise.

Din stands quickly as Paz does the same, meeting his stick with a strike of his own as he grunts loudly in his effort. They go back-and-forth a few times with the sticks before Din manages to get his stick between Paz’s and his body, pulling hard to disarm Paz as the stick clatters to the floor. Paz readies his fists and swings them towards Din, though Din’s prepared for it. He ducks and dodges until he can get the upper hand again, jutting the end of his stick into Paz’s stomach to knock the air from his lungs. The temporary distraction allows Din to keep striking him, getting both his sides with quick twists and turns before a solid kick of his boot to Paz’s middle sends him falling to the ground. Din steps forward and presses his boot upon Paz’s chest, letting the end of the stick hover over Paz’s throat as his chest heaves for air.

“Yield,” Din demands through gritted teeth, his grip tightening on the stick as he presses it against Paz’s skin.

Meanwhile, you sit there wide-eyed, your heart racing in your chest at everything you’ve just witnessed. Seeing the warrior side of Din is a brand new kind of experience. You can’t help wondering for a moment what other kinds of ways he can make you feel.

Paz chuckles and taps Din’s boot three times, instantly causing Din to shift back into his normal self as he extends a hand towards his friend. He helps him up, earning a pat on the shoulder from Paz. “

“Jate bora,” Paz praises Din. Good work. “Your strength increases with each sparring session, ner vod.” He steals a mischievous look at you. “I’m sure having your cyar’ika here helped greatly with that today.”

Din shrugs, also looking at you with a sparkle in his eye. He lifts his brow when he observes your expression, causing you to bite back a smile as you nod at him. “I’m sure it did.” Paz chuckles again as he goes to pick up his stick, allowing Din a free moment to send a sly wink your way. You immediately look down as a frenzy of butterflies fills your stomach, making you giggle giddily to yourself as you let your legs hang off the bench again. You don’t look back up until a hand on your chin encourages you to, causing you to meet the lovely pair of adoring brown eyes that sparkle at you in a different kind of way. “How was it, cyar’ika?”

You try to form words, searching his eyes and losing yourself in them—especially as you recall all the scenes you’ve just witnessed. “You… definitely made me proud,” you assure him, taking one of his hands between yours.

“Yeah?” Din’s voice is soft, the word practically floating on air as he brings himself closer to you.

You swallow hard and nod, your gaze fluttering between his eyes and his lips as you try to maintain your self control, knowing who else is still in the room. “Yeah.”

Before you can get any closer, a sudden voice coming from the curtain makes you both separate quickly. “Din Djarin,” the Armorer calls, making Din stand up as straight as he can. You look and notice his cheeks reddening, likely in his embarrassment at being so caught up in you. “There you are.” The Armorer walks over to the two of you, looking pointedly at you as she tilts her helmet. “I wanted to see how your leg is.”

“I think it’s healed,” you inform her, propping it up on the bench to give her easier access to it. “I could walk on it with no pain.”

“Good,” the Armorer remarks, reaching gingerly for the wrap. “I will take this off, and then we can be sure of that.”

You nod, letting the Armorer unravel the wrap as it reveals skin that looks almost brand new. You can barely believe it after seeing how it looked the day before, causing you to exchange an amazed glance with Din before you look at the Armorer again.

“The solution worked perfectly,” the Armorer observes, keeping the wrap in her gloved hands as she nods at you. “I am glad to see you in full health.”

“I can’t thank you enough for your kindness and all your help,” you say genuinely. “You have no idea how much it means to me.”

The Armorer nods at you once again. “This is the Way,” she responds. “You are welcome to stay as long as you like, though I am sure your family is eagerly awaiting your return.”

You share a nervous look with Din, causing him to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder as you nod. “Yeah. I… probably should get back to them soon.”

The Armorer then leaves the room, causing you and Din to be left with Paz once again. The large warrior walks up to the two of you with kind eyes, his gaze focusing primarily on you. “In case I don’t get to see you before you go,” Paz starts, extending a hand towards you. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

You shake his outstretched hand, nodding respectfully at him. “And you as well, Paz.”

“Vor entye par gotal’u ner vod bid briikase,” Paz says with a warmth that gives you an idea of what he’s saying even if you don’t understand him. Thank you for making my brother so happy. With that, Paz leaves the two of you alone. You look at Din with evident sadness.

“I should probably head back home, shouldn’t I?” you whisper, hoping the lower volume will lessen the blow of the harsh reality that the words carry.

“Not yet,” Din remarks, making you furrow your brow with confusion as he smiles reassuringly at you. “We gave someone our word.” When you still look confused, Din clarifies. “The adike.”

You can feel your eyes brighten at the thought of the children you and Din ran into yesterday. Din’s assurance to the little girl that you would both play with them today returns clearly in your mind as you smile widely up at him. “You’re right.”

Din smiles at the sight of your new optimism. He helps you up from the bench and holds your hand just like before, guiding you out of the training room and back to the main tunnel. The children are already playing around, causing them to squeal with delight at the sight of Din. They call out his name just like they had when you first arrived at the covert. Din releases your hand only to kneel down to their level, letting them tell him whatever random facts and parts of their day they want to before he starts asking what games they want to play.

You stay by Din’s side initially, needing his instructions on how most of the games are played before you can really get into it. Once you’re more deeply involved in each game, you find yourself having almost as much fun as the children, laughing shrilly with them and running around with the tireless energy of a true child. Even Din laughs with them like you’ve never heard before, the sight of him so easily interacting with all the children making your heart swell as you find yourself often staring admiringly in his direction.

The little girl who you’d spoken to the day before is the one who sticks the closest to you, telling you all about herself and her family even when the games are in session. You let her stay close, even holding her hand when she asks to as you partner up whenever you get the chance.

This often catches Din’s attention, allowing you both to share an affectionate gaze as you take quick glimpses at the potential of your future—should the summer happen to last forever. But, you know it won’t, and neither will this day.

It’s getting late when you and Din decide it’s time for you to head back home. Your new companion is heartbroken at the news, causing you to kneel in front of her as you give her a bright smile. “This won’t be the last time you see me,” you assure her, holding one of her little hands between your own.

“Ori’haat?” she asks, searching your eyes as she waits for you to respond.

Though you don’t know the true meaning of the word, you can guess what it’s similar to, causing you to nod as you repeat it back to her. “Ori’haat.”

She returns your smile, nodding excitedly as she starts to run back towards her group of friends. You stand up and look over at Din, who’s already openly admiring you in a way that makes your heart do somersaults in your chest. He takes you by the hand and gestures with his head towards the nearby stairs. “Ready?” he asks you softly.

You sigh and look over the covert. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Din smiles bittersweetly at you, leading the way as he gives your hand a squeeze. “I’ll bring you back here,” Din assures you. “Don’t worry.”

You don’t bring up your protest about when, knowing the amount of time you have left together is ticking away more and more. It’s a conversation you’re not ready to have yet, still wanting to wallow in the honeymoon phase of your relationship as you continue to let Din guide you.

The walk back to your home is peacefully silent. You can tell the two of you are both weighing a lot of things on your minds, though for you the heaviest is the idea of you going back home. The covert felt more like a home in one day than your home ever has for your entire life, but you know that you can’t run away from this. You can sense Din’s desire to protect you, as if he wishes he could be right there with you to comfort you in your home. The separation—no matter how short it might be—won’t be easy, especially after getting the entire past day together. 

When your usual drop-off location comes into sight, you release a soft breath, looking at Din to see he’s already looking at you. With a giggle and a raised brow, you question him.

“What?” you ask, easily seeing the concern in his eyes.

Din sighs and stops, holding both your hands as he looks at you with worry. “Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” Din questions, his voice low as he steals a quick glance at your home in the distance.

You nod and brush your thumbs over the backs of his hands. “Yes, Din, I’m sure. I may not like it here that much, but I’ve made it all right so far in my life, haven’t I?” Din’s concern visibly lessens at that. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” Din’s still not entirely convinced, but you know it’s enough to comfort him for now. “But if you need anything—.”

“Don’t worry, Din, I know where to go.” You take a hold of one side of his face and press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

Din smiles, leaning in for the sweetest of kisses. He’s learned now to let go completely, allowing you to melt against him as his hands draw your waist right up against him. His moves are passionate yet respectful and affectionate all at once, making you ache with admiration that almost burns. When Din pulls away, his lips linger, his eyes opening slowly as if each little movement away from each other is painful to him. You feel the same way.

“Get home safe, Din,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his.

“I will.” Din smiles and kisses your forehead. “Goodnight, ner kar’ta. I’ll see you again very soon.”

“I’m counting on it.” You slowly start to step away from him. “Goodnight.”

Each step you take further away from Din is like torture, especially as you let your gaze linger on him. It’s only when you completely turn around and walk towards your house that you’re able to do it with purposeful strides, letting the memories of the past day comfort you as you manage to smile on the way to your home.

What you don’t know is what’s awaiting you across the threshold, something that could dramatically change the course of this summer.

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Arc Titles and Plans for Future Fics

The Once and Future Mand'alor - Sol'ca'nara Bal Vencuyot Mand'alor

New Beginning - Cin Vhetin - (30/9/21)

Jedi and Mandalorians - Jetii bal Mando’ade

The Lightsabers - Jetii’kade

Red Sands of Blood - Ge’tal Vhekade Be’tal

Mandalore Lost - Manda’yaim Echoy’la

Twin Sun - Ara’vod Mhokare

Stars of Mortis - Ka’ra Be’Mortis

The Citadel - Keldab

Shadows - Prudiise

Beroya - Bounty Hunter

Mand’alor the Outsider - Mand’alor Aruetii

Goodbye Friend - Ret’urcye Mhi Burc’ya

Slaves of the Republic - Mirc’ade Be’tsad’ganar

Storm at Mandalore - Buurenaar Manda’yaim

Good Soldiers Follow Orders - Jate Verde Davaab Ke'gycese

After - Ven

Estimated Word Count: 700k

And two sequels

Rebel Cell - Alpha

The many strangers that knew Din Djarin

[hail-doodles]

“Ge’tal,” 04.12.20