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[carbone14]

Chasseurs Nakajima Ki-84 Hayate démilitarisés et stockés après la capitulation du Japon – Base aérienne de Utsunomiya – Japon – 1945

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@foxstronaut: #YEAH SO I DID IN FACT WANT TO SEE IT#this is so good……this au just keeps getting better……….tysm for the link to this post!!#the wider context of the time travel……the fallout of bens betrayal…..#positively eating this up#also if i can ask- what is the ‘shereshoy’ mentioned in ur tag? :0

Shereshoy is the capstone of my Vod'e An Star Wars series, which is ALL about time travel, but I keep copy-pasting the intro scene into different AUs because it is. Definitely one of my favorite bits of writing to date.

Here's the series summary:

Have you ever seen a time traveler dropped into the middle of someone else's butterfly effect? How about several dozen someones? AKA I nabbed all my fave clone troopers and sprinkled them into a much happier galaxy, with a touch of violence on top. As a treat.

Aaand just for laughs, here's the intro scene in question:

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The Force screamed in the middle of the night, and Ahsoka lurched awake with one overriding thought: not again.

Both lightsabers immediately flew to her hands as she rolled out of bed - boots and outer robes left behind in her sprint for the door. For the first time since constructing her own hab at Luke’s school, Ahsoka regretted putting herself on a neighboring ridge instead of down in the valley among the students.

Even as she ran, the Force flickered with another youngling’s death.

Beams of red light in the darkness, matched to knots of Dark power, drew her forward at even greater speed. Bounding off rocks and trees, the togruta remained nearly silent with every leap; she instinctively shielded herself with the Force to mask her approach, until the moment she burst out over the heads of three Sith acolytes, and let her own power flare.

Their helmeted heads snapped upwards. In the span of two heartbeats, her white sabers slashed, and those same heads fell to the ground, their bodies following after a brief pause.

Ahsoka landed in a battle-ready crouch, positioned defensively over a boy collapsed on the ground. When no further Sith revealed themselves, she deactivated and tucked away one lightsaber, freed hand reaching for the teenager at her feet. “Jacen?”

“I’m okay,” he rasped, heart pounding hard enough her lekku could feel the vibrations. “What- what’s happening?”

“Another Purge,” Ahsoka said, fighting hard to keep her voice level. “Can you feel Ezra?” After a moment’s pause, his face scrunched with desperate concentration, Jacen nodded. “Then let’s go. I’ll watch your back.”

The boy staggered upright, and led her around to the far side of the school buildings: student sleeping huts, a kitchen and meal hall, storage and laundry and library. Most of them bore scorch marks and other damage, while further up the valley, the actual temple where Luke handled meditation and combat training burned.

Storm clouds rumbled overhead, an echo of the fury roaring in Ahsoka’s mind. Twice, cracks of lightning revealed fallen bodies as she and Jacen ran past.

Another set of Sith attempted an ambush, only to falter when they registered her white lightsabers. Ahsoka didn’t hesitate to leap forward and deal with them swiftly, before any attention could be turned to the padawan beside her. Jacen, thankfully, didn’t attempt to join her, nor did he comment afterward - but his Force-presence shivered and pulled in even tighter on itself.

The next enemies they came across were a squad of stormtroopers, concentrating fire on a solitary figure, who deflected incoming plasma bolts and shot back his own with the same weapon. Ahsoka could sense two more younglings hidden behind Ezra’s billowed cloak, and increased her speed.

One trooper spotted her mid-charge. He and his neighbor turned to shoot at the new target, but their bolts went wild, too far off the mark to even require deflection. Ridiculous, Ahsoka could hear in her mind, as she spun and slashed, No brother would have gotten off Kamino with aim like that; do they even bother training these shinies, or just hand ‘em armor and a blaster and a new set of orders?

Faster than droids, but not nearly as fast or coordinated as clones, which meant Ahsoka carved through the stormtroopers within moments. As the last blaster fell in pieces to the ground, she saw Jacen dash past to crash against his favorite teacher with a desperate hug. Ezra wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders, the other still holding his lightsaber. “Ahsoka?”

“Get to my ship,” she ordered, as another peal of thunder rang above their heads, and the first few raindrops began to fall. “Don’t wait for anyone else, just take off and get to safety.”

Expression grim, Ezra nodded, and turned to drop into a crouch. He helped Alora get to her feet, the girl holding Grogu against her chest. “Pypey?”

The teenager shook her head, headscarf gone, face covered in tears. Ezra didn’t waste any more time before hustling her and Jacen off, towards the hidden landing pad where they kept hyper-capable craft. Ahsoka barely waited before hurrying onward again.

She passed more bodies; some students, some stormtroopers, the occasional Sith in black and red armor. The rain began coming down harder, turning the ground slick with mud, dragging visibility down to mere feet and severely impacting how much Ahsoka could sense with her hollow montrals.

But the Force didn’t falter. Every leap took her from one mostly-stable spot to another, following further death knells and surges of power, all the way up to the front steps of the old Jedi temple set into the mountainside. All the way to Luke.

Despite his much smaller stature, he moved like Anakin, and she could feel the intense emotions racing through him. One trooper after another fell, Luke refusing to let any of them put so much as a single foot on the steps into his school, his Academy. More bodies sprawled across the stones behind him; only one still flickered faintly with life.

Ahsoka took over the fight.

She landed ahead and just to one side of Luke, better positioned to defend the one student still gasping for breath. “Go! Take her and go!” Her fellow Jedi hesitated, clearly torn between multiple directions. “She’s dying, Luke, take Jaina and go, NOW!”

His Force-presence flared, then settled, decision made. Ahsoka felt the man lunge, scoop up his wounded student, and bolt into the Temple. She knew he’d follow a secret route out to the far side of the mountain, where an overhang sheltered his old X-Wing. With any luck, Artoo would be waiting, engines already fired up and ready to take off.

Even without luck, Ahsoka would buy them enough time to escape. Raindrops sizzled off her lightsabers as she swept them through the air, evaporating into steam that trailed after her every movement.

And Ahsoka moved.

[fuckyeahemmett]

Excerpt from an ongoing shared Star Wars AU

Below is a short piece of fanfic from my RPG group's ongoing supplemental prose. The concept of the Taung Lodge and the characters of Garrth Corvuud, Verse Tillthe, Wyndell, Yor, Resh, and Seht are all the original creations of my friend the GM. Vital is my OC who I portrayed in a prior campaign and fill in with when she shows up as an NPC. Shel Croft is the original creation of my other friend who played her opposite Vital in that prior campaign.

A long time ago when we were still in the planning phase of their campaign, I asked the GM whether it would be alright for me to play a Mandalorian. He replied that he had been burned out by other players choosing to play Mandalorians without giving much credence to the narrative precedents and lore (Canderous, Bo Katan, etc.), so that if I was willing to give it at least a modest effort, he would approve.

I don't do things by halves.

(I don't like Karen Traviss, but I do use the conlang, and I try to be thoughtful and creative with judiciously taking what I like from canon and Legends, and reasonably progress the narrative of Mandalorianness through the writing.)

I share this as an attempt at exemplifying what a Mandalorian funeral might be like, and what the elegy style could be. If you like the writing, please let me know. If you don't, I'll be curious for feedback, though the intended audience of the rest of the playgroup has already seen it so I'm satisfied.

When the five survivors of the Taung Lodge had at last returned to the Dewback Stampede, it wasn’t long before Vital summoned them together in the central deck of the craft. Wyndell bore a small drum, and Vital held a metal flute called a bes’bev. Resh watched as the other four produced keepsakes of their fallen comrades, whether retrieved from the bodies of the fallen in the depths of the hive or reverently taken from the effects in their respective berths. They passed the items around, regarding them carefully. A bone, a shell casing, an engraved stone, a ring. 

At length they arranged the four items together on a small table. Wyndell struck her drum once. Vital put the bes’bev to her lips and blew a brief dolorous phrase that cut through the air of the hunting craft like a knife. As one, the five Mandalorians breathed deeply and recited the following:

Aay'han

“Mhi su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, mhi partayli, gar darasuum:

Garrth Corvuud be Kryze Aliit,

Verse Tillthe be Saxon Aliit,

Bhai Fynch be Rook Aliit,

Lairk Enog be Tal Aliit,

Mhi dinu'gar runise bah Ke'gyce be Ijaa.

Par gar shereshoy, vor entye.

Mhi kar'tayli gar darasuum.

Mar’e!

Udesii.

Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la.

Mhi ori, gar aru'ese ne'kar'tayl’udes."

[Translation:

Remembering and Celebration

We are still alive, but you are dead. We remember you, so you are eternal:

Garrth Corvuud of House Kryze,

Verse Tillthe of House Saxon,

Bhai Fynch of House Rook,

Lairk Enog of House Tal,

We commit your names to the Canons of Honor.

For your passion, we accept a debt.

We will know you forever.

At last!

Rest.

Not gone, merely marching far away.

We swear, your enemies shall never know peace.] Then Wyndell struck the drum again. Vital returned the bes’bev to her lips and blew again, a different melody, a repetitive and muscular sound. Wyndell struck a beat with the melody as it rolled through the spacecraft, and she, Seht, Resh, and Yor sang the ancient song Vode An.

[pieshot56]

Some nice lore for those who need it. DinBo

Wedding Vow:

"Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde."

A Mandalorian marriage contract

Marriage is a mere set of four short lines, spoken together.

Mhi solus tome= We are one together.

Mhi solus dhar'tome= We are one when parted.

Mhi me'dinui an= We share all.

Mhi ba'juri verde= We will raise warriors.

Pacts are sealed with a mere three words. Haat, ijaa, haa'it. (Truth, honor, vision.)

Adoption is literally a single sentance between a Mandalorian and his intended child.

Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad. (I know your name as my child.)

extra help: http://mandoa.org/dictionary.html

[archeo-starwars]

Haat, Ijaa, Haa'it --- Truth, Honor, Vision - words used to seal a pact.

[cienie-isengardu]

Your people say family is more than blood. You’ve been that to me. I will stop Kace -- but I won’t betray you. Haat, Ijaa, Haa’it. I seal a pact on my honor -- as a Mandalorian!

[likethetrench]

chapter 23 - ijaa

i have did the thing for this week

[s-c-g-s-c-g]

Six Sentence Sunday

Hi! I’m working on another senatorial missteps and mandalorian mishaps! Meet my Mandalorian gremlin babies!

He gestures and three Tholothian children step forward and stare, unblinkingly, up at Mace.

“Uh…” Myles places a hand on one of their heads and gently tips their head back so he can see their face better. “So, this one’s Haat…” He mutters something suspiciously close to probably under his breath and moves to the next child. “Ijaa and… that makes you… Haa’it.” Haa’it sticks their tongue out at him and he sighs.

“Traditionalists, honestly.” Ijaa kicks him in the shin, Haat says something probably meant to be insulting. “Knock that off, you wanted to come.”

[welcometothewhitelotud]

“Could you… tell me about where you are from, please? What is your name? My name is- is Czarina.”

My real name. This feels important. I�� don’t really know why, but it does.

The man blinks. "Czarina?" he murmurs, stirring his soup around, "Like... the princess of Ordo, Czarina?" he waits for your confirmation and then sits up straighter, saluting you, "Bic cuyir ijaa, d'arbav."

[carbone14]

Bombardiers lourds Mitsubishi Ki-21-II en formation de vol – 1940's

©United States Navy National Museum of Naval Aviation - 1996.488.159.009

[triscribeaucollection]

Working on the next Haat, Ijaa, Haa’it update, which is proving to be. A Tad Tricky. Considering I don’t really know most of the characters or plot involved beyond other people’s fan fic and wookiepedia. But I’m still giving it a try regardless!

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Jaster wakes up slowly. That, generally, is a good sign.

His nose twitches at the nearby scent of bacta, overlaying the more faded traces of smoke and burnt skin. There are voices, distant, muffled. Someone else breathing in the same space.

Cautious, Jaster cracks one eye open, and sees the overhead cloth of a medical tent. Annoyingly familiar. He doesn’t feel terribly hurt, but it’s entirely possible for pain medication to be interfering in that assessment.

“Doc said you could sit up, if you want.”

And just like that, all the tension releases from Jaster’s body. Jango is here. Jango is well enough to sound amused, which means things can’t have gone too badly while Jaster was unconscious. He peels both eyes properly open, and turns his head towards the familiar voice, ready to ask for an update and a casualty report as well as a very simple are you alright, but the words all catch in his throat.

That isn’t Jango.

Jaster can’t say how he knows, he just does. Something in how the young man sits, the way his head is tilted, the wary watchfulness in his gaze. That isn’t Jaster’s son.

A panel of the tent twitches aside. A figure in heavily mud-splattered armor steps through, and freezes in place. “Buir.”

“Jango-?”

Yanking his helmet off, the actual Jango strides up to the side of Jaster’s cot and drops to one knee. “How do you feel? Are you alright?”

“...think I must’ve hit my head harder than I thought,” Jaster huffs, glancing away from his son’s anxious face to that of the- ghost? Shapeshifter? The being currently sitting and watching them with a faintly sad smile.

“Oh. No, that’s Boba. Who is apparently related to me but won’t say how,” Jango grumbles, rolling his eyes. Then his gaze hardens, deadly serious. “Jaster. He saved your life.”

“...Montross?”

“Dead,” the stranger with his son’s face answers. “Along with the Death Watch members who ambushed you. Hope you don’t mind I borrowed these,” he says lightly, lifting up Jaster’s favorite blaster and a vibro-knife usually tucked into the back of his belt.

Jango gives him a brief warning glare. Jaster hums. “Suppose I don’t. As long as I get them back, anyway.” Taking the none too subtle hint, the stranger passes the weapons to Jango, who snorts but lets Jaster have them.

Both have been cleaned.

Maybe that’s what lets the sense of wariness ease in Jaster’s chest. “Boba, was it?”

“Yessir. Boba Fett.”

“Have anywhere you need to be getting back to, Boba Fett?”

“Not at the moment, no.”

Nodding, Jaster sets down his weaponry and looks the young man straight in the eye. “How would you feel about joining the True Mandalorians, then?”

[kenobihater]

trying to find the context for "haat, ijaa, haa'it" is giving me grief 😑 i'm having to google all of kt's books on the internet archive and word search for "haat" or "truth" bc i wasn't sure if she'd used it in mando'a or basic. i've found all but one of her books, and the one i couldn't find was from legacy of the force so i doubt it shows up bc it's not focused on the mandos iirc. it doesn't make an appearance anywhere, so i'm gonna have to track down a copy of her old mando culture article (articles? can't remember how many she wrote off the top of my head and wookieepedia didn't have any functioning links).

i'm sure it's said by the person swearing the pact, but idk if it's echoed by the person who the oath is declared too, à la "this is the way" (i am fully aware that "this is the way" is unique to din's offshoot, so i'm removing it from my fic and substituting "haat, ijaa, haa'it" or just an affirmative when appropriate).

anyway, this is basically just an excuse to complain abt kt. fuck that lady and the horse she rode in on

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Hi there! Welcome to my tumblr. I'm Parker/Indy and I've been here since 2010 and have moved and changed my name many times. I'm also happily taken by @thejedihavetheleft (who will probably never come back to tumblr tbh). You may've known me as: -morelikedominope -zeroflux -x-wingrebel -out-punching-dinosaurs -cinvhetin-ijaa and many more! This is my personal tumblr where I post nerdy shit, music, art and write about my life or thoughts. I also run a separate RP blog which you can find here Looking for me elsewhere? CARRD Thanks for reading!

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