#law is tech fleece warrior

[grievenotthespirit]

“your bus is coming,” he just said then.

illustrated jien-o’s unhinged fic abt creeper law 🚓🚨🚨🚨

[starwarsbookshelf]

Cultural Values: Plan of Attack

Put quite bluntly, Ryloth is full of things that if you attack head-on, you will die. Full Stop, do not pass Go, do not collect 200 credits. Just about everything on Ryloth is significantly larger than you, heavier than you, has more teeth and claws than you, and six times out of ten it produces more natural toxins than you do.

Then come the Hutts. You can fight the Hutts. The thing is, the Hutts prefer to stand back and hire a bunch of heavily armed, very mean sentients to do their fighting for them. And they will keep on doing so for as long as it takes. So you aren’t actually fighting the Hutts, you are fighting a never ending stream of mercenary armies and professional killers. So no, you actually can’t fight the Hutts. (Until you do fight the Hutts again approximately a thousand years later; it works this time, and you chase them off planet, but that isn’t immediately relevant.)

You exist in a galaxy that, for the most part, is bigger than you, has more tech than you, and really doesn’t care about you other than what they can get from you. A lot of you are slaves in this galaxy.

So how do you survive?

By being the sneakiest, most backstabbing people you can possibly be. But you don’t stab each other in the back. That’s bad. No need to do the Hutts’ work for them. And don’t stab friendlies in the back. Only stab people in the back who deserve it. It’s a last resort. If you just manipulate people you can still be friends and/or allies, and you make a lot fewer people angry, especially because they don’t usually realize they are being manipulated. Twi’leks are just a bunch of pretty faces and fantastic humanoid bodies after all.

This is not to say that the Rylyn are a bunch of manipulative, lying jerks that you can’t trust as far as you can throw. They actually do hold very strongly to being honest and open with your family and friends and as many people as you realistically and safely can. (Lying to your family/clan is an ultimate shame on you and your family.) It is saying that if there is a choice between direct confrontation and coming at it from an angle, they will always choose to jump off the rooftops onto your face at midnight rather than walk up to you in broad daylight and challenge you to single combat.

Low war over high war. (The Twi’leks are fantastic at guerrilla warfare. And passive-aggressive resistance; if you are ever rooming with a Twi’lek, don’t piss them off, you will never sleep easy again.) They have a long history of espionage.

As a cultural generalization, the Rylyn in specific and the Twi’leks in general prize mental acuity over physical superiority, which isn’t to say that they don’t value physical ability, it just comes in a close second. There are a lot of Twi’lek involved in Galactic Law practice. And that isn’t an easy field to go into because, as said above, no one takes you seriously. (Until you’ve fleeced them for everything they own and landed them with your bill.)

Being a lawyer is a much more respectable career choice than being a warrior.

Vendors and Shopkeepers in marketplaces galaxy-wide dread the approach of the Twi’lek housewife because even the most veteran haggler has no chance against this unstoppable force, and heaven forbid she brings her mother or grandmother with her!

Negotiation is a skill that earns you a lot of respect among the Rylyn. Especially negotiation where the result is as fair as it can possibly be to all parties involved. Unless slavers are involved. Take them for everything they’ve got.

To use the language of Avatar: the Last Airbender, Twi’leks are waterbenders. (Which means that when they do decide to stop avoiding confrontation and hit you with everything both they and you have…you are deader than dead.)