#mando’a translations

[ranahan]

Kyram be haat te ani’la parjai b’ori’dush. Vaal haat ba’slana teh mhi, vaal mhi duum’eyaytir bic, vaal shukii bic teh cuun gaane, ven laandur mhi par ilin be mayen demagolka meg jai d’orne jorad.

—Jorad be Chandrila Mon Mothma

The death of truth is the ultimate victory of evil. When the truth leaves us, when we allow it to slip away, when it is ripped from our hands, we become vulnerable to the appetites of whatever monster screams the loudest.

—Senator Mon Mothma of Chandrila

[ranahan]

Ahanyc vhekade be Tatuu tug’yc ven’drashaa dral ti saradyc vhetine, nerala teh baare be gar kyrayce.

The desolate sands of Tatooine again will grow strong with flowered fields, fertile from the bodies of your dead.

gotta say one of the funniest characterisation choices they made for boba fett is making him really really poetic. “the arid sands of tatooine will once again FLOURISH with FLOWERED FIELDS, FERTILISED with the bodies of your dead.” this king had the pen for 10 seconds and decided to make space byron roll in his grave

[ranahan]

Lise mircir oramud, a nu’lise mircir oram.

You can jail a revolutionary, but you can’t jail a revolution.

—Fred Hampton

[mearchy]

Made this Mandalorian uj’alayi recipe by Raiiken’s Mandalorian cuisine. My springform pan was larger so it came out thinner but still tasted amazing.

It is too expensive to get these ingredients where I am for me to make this regularly but I think I definitely will again on a special occasion. I used the version with heavier spice.

also have to include the discord joke

[Photo ID: Three photos of the cake, a sticky dark fruit-heavy cake covered in powdered sugar. In the background dog toys and jars of weed and rolling papers are visible. Next image is of discord messages from user dilfneto. The first says “the weed in the background makes it look like I put weed in this as an ingredient. I did not.” the second says “But now that I think about it… you definitely could. Mandalorian edibles. Dealer: I call this strain the neocrusader. Me: Man this edible ain’t shit. Three hours later. Me: Mhi’liniba akaa’nari dxun.” Translation of last line is “we need to invade dxun” in mando’a. End ID.]

[fantasm-legacy]

Before he got in his current relationship Tyn may have dabbled in dating apps for a bit

[ranahan]

An o’r an, narseryc ad ratiin taab’aru.

All in all, a determined person always marches forward.

Albert Camus, from The Myth of Sisyphus

[lazerswordweilder]

I leaned against the wall, staring up at the stars “Do you remember those classes we did?” Obi-Wan brought up

“The first aid ones?” I questioned

“They’ve saved the lives of many people, probably myself among them, were you thinking of the war when you convinced me?” Obi-Wan asked, looking sad

“Yes.” I answered

“I know that must’ve not really been your childhood, but the way you described it you never got one before either.” Obi-Wan told me “I’m sorry it had to be wasted on slowly manipulating events.”

“Your condolences are accepted.” I replied

“That’s far too fancy and formal for a personal conversation.” Obi-Wan told me, then he added “I should've known when you watched that doctor and never complained -I’m not sure you even remember it- but no 11 year old should’ve had skin that tough.”

“You should’ve known the time we met, what kid shields that well?” I countered

“What other kids are force-deities?”

“You didn’t know that at that point.”

“Your mother told us your father was the force, we didn’t know how normal or strange you’d be. And untrained kids are usually good at shielding, it wouldn’t be outlandish to assume you just had incredible abilities or were being aided by the force itself.”

“I was eight.”

“We didn’t try to push your shields, maybe we would’ve realised something was off if we’d tried to test their limits.”

“Excuses, excuses.” I tsked, Obi-Wan picked a bug off the ground and threw it at me in retaliation, but I caught it in my mouth and started chewing.

“Ugh, I truly don’t understand how you eat those things.” he told me, scrunching up his face

“Not going to try and stop me?” I teased

“I trust you enough to know you know which ones are poisonous.” Obi-Wan said honestly

“I don’t, I just don’t eat anything too brightly coloured and trust my stomach.” I replied, just as honest

“I take it back.” there was a beautiful resigned look on his face

“General Kenobi, Commander Skywalker, me and a few others are gathering to talk about strategy for the upcoming battles, do you want to join us?” Captain Cody asked, walking up to the rocks we were sitting on and standing in front of us

“Any more dreams about what he should do sirs?” Waxer joked, getting a subtly punch from Captain Cody and a laugh out of Boil

“In a second Cody, you go ahead, we’ll meet you there.” Obi-Wan told him

“Yes sir.” Cody acknowledged, snapping off a salute before walking off with Waxer and Boil. I heard the start of their conversation “Novor gar ori uram, an’gyce ti jetii alome-”

Obi-Wan turned to me

“You’ll be sixteen in a few weeks. They’ve been talking about knighting more padawans for the war effort.” Obi-Wan took a deep breath “Do you want me to propose knighting you?”

“You should not be telling me this.” I replied

“I don’t need to tell you how good your skills are, but you’ve progressed as a person, you weren’t kidding about redeeming yourself. You weren’t rude or cruel or even angry even when the younglings stole your arm, you give everyone lots of chances, you only ever use fear tactics against the enemy. You’ve changed to helping everyone then asking questions later.” Obi-Wan lectrued, I ignored how proud it made me feel

“Padwans get Knighted after they’ve passed tests. You’re more skilled than most of the council, so the trial of skill is no question. I’ve watched you pilot but I also know you chose to face what you did, not run so I know you have courage. From what you’ve described of your past life, you’ve already had a horrible, horrible trial of the flesh. The trial of spirit goes along with courage, you chose to face what you did, you don’t hide from it even though you must hide it, and you’re improving yourself from what you saw in that mirror. The trial of insight is confusing for you, as you already know a lot.” Obi-Wan explained

“I think it would be the most difficult.” I agreed

“Either way, I think you should try. So I wanted to ask, make sure it wouldn’t be a barrier to the plans.” Obi-Wan told me

“No it wouldn’t be.” I answered, he smiled

“I imagine you’re far my superior-” Obi-Wan started

“You’d think that, wouldn’t you.” I alluded

“But I am proud of you.” he finished, turning around and walking away, leaving me to deal with that. For just a second, in his white robe, with the red sun, it looked just like him walking away from me burning. I liked this version a lot more.

It still hurt, is it bad I miss him?

8 - Masterpost

[pass-the-sunshine-please]

FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT IS SACRED IN THIS WORLD PLEASE TRANSLATE LANGUAGES IN FICS. if you are using a language that is not the language the fic is in, either provide translations, or dont use it at all.

[nastika-ti-gar]

Ni pare verd

Ni miit'gaana laar "Ni pare verd" ti mando'a. Maan gai "Holding out for a hero", de Bonnie Tyler. Ke kebbu laararir, bic ret'yc bal nuhunla! Miite ti mando'a dirishya, bal projor miite ti English, jorcu bice nu sosol ti maan laar.

(Posting my adaptation of "Holding out for a hero" in Mando'a, enjoy! The rhythm is the same, so it can indeed be sung. Aand the lyrics are altered to better match the Mandalorian culture.)

Tion'vaii mar'eyi verd Meg ori'shya beskar'gam? Vaii kotep tomad ti meg Mhi chayaiki kyr'am?

Ra ne'cuyi ruusaan ti mesh'lane can'gal Ani ca, ni ures nuhoy Shi vercopase su dral

Copaani verd ni Ni pare verd akay ca'tra kebiin nau'u Ti kot, ti ijaat, kaysh nu arasuumi Ramikadyc, mayen atinii

Copaani verd ni Ni pare verd akay nau shekemi vaar'tuur Kaysh olaro bal'ban, kaysh olaro ge'jii Bal akaani bid jate sa ni Tome ti ni

Nakar'tuur, vaal ca'tra dha Copad mirde ner haili Nakar'taap, be'chaaj teh gaan Nakar'ad ge'tayli ni

At orar mhi viini Bal taabi lo tracyn Shi adat ti mandokar cuyani vaal ebin, 'lek

Copaani verd ni Ni pare verd akay ca'tra kebiin nau'u Ti kot, ti ijaat, kaysh nu arasuumi Ramikadyc, mayen atinii

Copaani verd ni Ni pare verd akay nau shekemi vaar'tuur Kaysh olaro bal'ban, kaysh olaro ge'jii Bal akaani bid jate sa ni

Copaani verd ni Ni pare verd akay ca'tra kebiin nau'u

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Jaon cerare meg hokaani tra Acyk shonare meg ruus nyni Ori'haat, cuyi ash'ad meg ja'haili ni

Adol woor, cin'ciri, pitat Bal adol tracyaat Ni ulu kaysh olar sa tracinya ner tal

(Sa tracinya ner tal, sa tracinya ner tal Sa tracinya ner tal, sa tracinya ner tal, tal)

Copaani verd ni Ni pare verd akay ca'tra kebiin nau'u Ti kot, ti ijaat, kaysh nu arasuumi Ramikadyc, mayen atinii

Copaani verd ni Ni pare verd akay nau shekemi vaar'tuur Kaysh olaro bal'ban, kaysh olaro ge'jii Bal akaani bid jate sa ni

Copaani verd ni Ni pare verd akay ca'tra kebiin nau'u Ti kot, ti ijaat, kaysh nu arasuumi Ramikadyc, mayen atinii

Copaani verd ni Ni pare verd akay nau shekemi vaar'tuur Kaysh olaro bal'ban, kaysh olaro ge'jii Bal akaani bid jate sa ni

Copaani verd ni Ni pare verd akay ca'tra kebiin nau'u

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And now the English translation!

I wait [for a] warrior

Where can [I] find [a] warrior That [is] more than [their] armor? Where [is a] brave ally with whom We tease/make fun of death?

Or doesn't exist a reliable one, with [a] stunning starfighter (most beautiful) Whole night, I [am] without sleep Only dreams [are] still bright/strong

Two refrains: I want [a] warrior I wait [for a] warrior until night sky lights up blue With strength, with honor, they.1 don't stagnate/remain the same With a commando state of mind, [they can] endure anything

I want [a] warrior I wait [for a] warrior until light follows morning (or morning follows light, either way works, intentionally) They arrive for sure, they arrive soon (almost-now) And [they can] fight as good as me Together with me

[On] unknown day, while night sky [is] dark Ambition/desire fill my thoughts [In] unknown place, away from [my] hand Unknown person/someone is almost holding me

We run at [the] thunder And march into fire Only [a] person with Mando virtue [can] survive during either [of these actions]

REF-1 REF-2 REF-1 first half

Over [the] mountains that slice [the] star field/sky Between [the] waves that strike rock[s] I swear it's true, exists someone who watches over me

Through wind, snow, rain And through artillery I take notice/detect they [are] here, like fire is my blood/like my blood is fire/my blood is like fire (Repeated about fire and blood) REF-1 REF-2 REF-1 REF-2 REF-1 first half

[ranahan]

“ret ni ash’amu par gar” “ret ni kyramu par gar” eniki a ret gar piru pirun bal epa jahaal’got kai’tome par ni? ret gar jat’udes’la par ni?

[ranahan]

Hi hello, I have a translation question! Do you know of any translation of the Jedi code (Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force.) into Mando'a? Or have you done such a translation? Or would you be willing to do so?

I have attempted to poke at it a bit but I am pants at real languages, much less made up ones, and I decided that it was much smarter to ask someone who has a better idea what they're doing. Thanks!

I haven’t done one, but I’ve seen several in fics. Unfortunately it’s not something I’ve saved anywhere, so I the only one I remember on the top of my head is across the doorsill where the two worlds touch by FormlessVoidbeast, and that one only has two lines. Hopefully someone remembers more fics in the comments so we could compare notes.

Honestly, I think this is a challenging translation because it involves not just translating the words, but also bridging a significant cultural and philosophical gap. I don’t claim to have studied the code extensively, so comments/critiques/different interpretations are welcome.

But anyway, one way of translating it could be something like:

Aal, su naak.

Nakar’mir, su kar’tayl.

Shereshoy, su udes.

Akaan, su tokar.

Kyram, su manda.

I think I’ve stolen at least two if not more of these lines from fics I’ve read, so I can’t take credit for it. The last line is from across the doorsill; shereshoy su udes came from somewhere as well, but I can’t remember where. The only part I did come up with was akaan, su tokar.

Chaos could be primordial chaos and emptiness, or disorder. Mando’a has haran, which is more of a destruction, annihilation, or apocalypse. Utra would be a void. Neither quite fills the same semantic space as English chaos though, so I settled on akaan. Literally war, but here I would translate it as struggle (that’s my own interpretation of akaan though).

Harmony could be tomaal, “joined feeling.” However, I think a better translation would be a more metaphorical one: tokar, “joined heart(s).” Or, concord.

Akaan, su tokar. Struggle, yet concord.

Shereshoy is passion in the sense of “living passionately, seizing every moment,” but it doesn’t capture the sense of “suffering, enduring.” For that, you would have to use atiniir (enduring) or perhaps aaran (suffering in the sense of pain).

Nakar’mir is defined as “to be unaware, not know” in the dictionary. I think you could user the infinitive form as a noun (gerund); or you could make it nakar’mird, “unknowing mind.”

If you wanted to do the “there is no emotion, only peace” you could translate it as

Nu’cuy aal, (cuy) shi naak.

Or even more compactly,

N’aal, shi naak.

[1-have-no-idea]

how they kiss you; part two

Pairing(s): 501st, implied fem reader

Overview: literally just how they kiss you. It’s literally just that.

Warning(s): Hardcase refers reader as ‘pretty mama’ at one point, cursing (in Mando’a and English), implied smut, descriptions of smut, yeah, basically just smut, tiiiiny bit of angst but it’s not

Word-count: I honestly did not count

Rex:

-OH YEAH

-why not start with our dear old captain first??

-just look at that smirk, you know this man would DEMAND kisses before any mission. It’s religious at this point

-well- I mean. Not in the beginning.

-Rex is a lover boy. Straight up.

-I mean, did you see his face when he stumbled onto Cut’s family?

-he’s a family man 😭

-so, he thinks you’re an absolute dream come true

-I mean, c’mon. A pretty partner? A loving partner? He loves you with all his damn heart, Maker.

-…buttttt, despite his love for you, he’s actually really shy. He doesn’t wanna mess up, or rush into anything.

-so, this translates into you having to kiss him first :/

-which, hey! That’s not bad whatsoever! Cuz guess what?

-YOU TOOK HIS FIRST KISS

-that’s something to remember. Especially for Rex.

-and for the first time, he actually does well!

-once he learns, he can’t stop.

-his kisses are firm. Real soft, though. Like he’s afraid if he kisses too hard, he’ll hurt you. Like he wants more but also wants to break the kiss and hold you instead.

-oh, but don’t worry

-you should see him when he’s all worked up

-he actually won’t use tongue, but he’ll use his tongue anywhere else (take that as you will.) As for kisses, they’re deep. God, you can guess what else is deep.

-he won’t come up for air. He’ll kiss you until y’all are breathless

-“Maker—- love you, love you s’much, mesh’la- take it- take it deeper f’me, haah—“

-yeah, ahem. So, that’s him.

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Jesse:

-Good Lord

-so, uhm.

-this guy’s smooth. Really. Smooth.

-I’m pretty sure it’s canon that he goes to the 79’s, along with Kix, and well, with the people there and letting loose an all, it’s not that surprising that Jesse most likely has a body count

-at least like, two or three people he fucked in the refresher

-so, he’s experienced

-unlike Rex, he’s not shy

-he will GLADLY make out with you all day

-…once you two become a thing, and behind closed doors

-yes, even though Jesse’s a bit freaky and lowkey kinda a slut in the 79’s, once he meets you and actually well, gets with you

-he settles down

-due to how y’all are serious, he becomes more private. I mean, he definitely wants people to know he’s yours and you’re his, but he doesn’t want to flaunt you out there

-in the beginning, his kisses are hard. Demanding. Teasing, even. Tongue down your throat in seconds. Would literally always lead up to sex.

-but, as your relationship progresses and he realizes this isn’t just to get in his pants or anything, the kisses become softer

-more tender

-they don’t shorten, don’t misunderstand me, but they’re not demanding anymore. At least, not all the time

-this time, he kisses you because he loves you

-he kisses you because he really can’t know when the last time he’ll be able to

-he kisses you because he wants you to know how much you mean to him

-it’s a lust-to-love thing

-oh, but sometimes he may swipe his tongue over your bottom lip. Just to tease you. He’s not a total softie, doll.

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Kix:

-aw, just look at him

-so, as mentioned before, Kix would go to the 79’s with Jesse a lot

-but, he wasn’t really a slut 🤷‍♀️

-he’d go there for the drinks and for fun. But not to get laid

-I mean, c’mon. There’s too many health risks. STD’s, potential pregnancy…

-what else would you expect from the medic

-BUT! That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t flirt.

-if he was interested, he’d talk. Say hi, hello, how are you, bla bla bla, but he wouldn’t take them to bed. It was always just hello for him.

-until he met you

-Kix is very old schooled

-very gentlemanly.

-it will at least take three to four dates and consistent talking for him to actually be hooked, and want something more, let alone kiss you

-oh, but once you get there

-he’ll kiss you when he thinks the time is right. It has to be the perfect moment.

-maybe when a quiet moment appears during one of your dates, or after a heart to heart or when he’s dropping you off or before he goes off on a mission

-the first kiss is soft. Firm, though. Full of meaning and unspoken confessions

-and then he’ll part, just for a second before returning one last time for a second kiss, and then he’ll be on his way.

-if you were to get intimate, though, his kisses are somewhat the same

-the only difference is there’s a hint of desperation in his kisses

-they’re chaste and a tad frantic, as if he’s rushing

-he is.

-like he’s trying to convey all his love to you while also struggling to hold back and not just—- pound you until you can’t sit right

-don’t worry, he’s a gentle lover though. But if you ask, who is he to deny?

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Hardcase:

-oh, my silly little hyperactive adhd clone

-with no hesitation or anything, Hardcase absolutely geeks over you

-he’s jumping up and down when he sees you, grinning so hard you think his teeth might crack, laughing boisterously while scooping you up into a hug

-cuz you’re his baby, his hot stuff, his pretty mama

-and he’s NOT SHY in letting you know

-believe it or not, Hardcase actually wasn’t experienced before you. Surprising, right? Well, not really. Hardcase is somewhat of a himbo, and usually can’t take a hint on whether someone’s hitting on him or not. Plus, whenever he hit the bar, he’d usually be too drunk to realize if someone was or not. He’s there to just have fun.

-but he was eager to kiss you

-extremely. Extremely. Eager.

-you think he’d be a natural his first time?

-HAH. That’s cute. But no.

-the first kiss is sloppy. Rushed. I mean- it’s deep, don’t get me wrong, but just- very sloppy.

-noses squishing together, lips not even locked, teeth clacking together—

-yeah, it’s not the best. But it was for him!!

-at least, he thought it was

-until you actually taught him

-and for the first time, he froze. Everything in him went calm. Well, for a couple seconds, at least

-then he was giggling like a school-girl again and pecking all over your face

-Hardcase’s kisses are quick. Sometimes sloppy, and rushed, but it’s just because he gets so excited!

-s’not his fault, babydoll, believe him. It’s just easy to get too excited around you.

-and, well, that also transfers in the bed

-hope you can last a couple of quick rounds. He doesn’t plan on taking any breaks.

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Dogma:

-guys, be for real. You think this man would know how to kiss?

-nah.

-he’s clueless. I mean, c’mon, all he does is work, work, work, and follow orders!

-he doesn’t get out much, give him some slack!

-so, well, you’re gonna hafta initiate everything and everything.

-Dogma is uptight, and fiercely believed that a clone’s person is strictly only to follow orders, so don’t get your feelings hurt when you try to initiate any affection for the first time and he flinches away or scowls. It’s nothing personal, really. He just doesn’t know how else to react.

-reassure him. Praise him. Tell him that he’s more than just a number to you, that you don’t just see him as a piece of hardware

-Dogma absolutely craves praise

-so when he first kisses you, he instinctively starts worrying and asking you if he did alright, if it made you feel good, if you were happy with him

-do him a favor and just kiss him to shut him up

-it works. It really does.

-Dogma’s kisses are shy. Barely there presses, fluttering and fleeting.

-you’re gonna hafta hold his face to keep him from pulling away almost immediately

-and then, once that strict and by-the-book soldier melts away, leaving the praise-starved and lowkey needy man beneath, Dogma will melt.

-you just need to guide him

-tell him what feels good, how good he’s being, how much you love him

-and Maker, isn’t he a pleaser

-he’s a suck up. He wants to please you.

-and doesn’t he do a damn good job of it

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Tup:

-sweet baby, right?

-probably has no idea what he’s doing, right?

-WRONG

-look, sweet baby, yes, he is, he’s a sweetheart

-but he’s not a prude

-and he’s DEFINITELY not innocent

-I mean, c’mon. Have you seen his brothers? They’ve probably shown him holoporn at one point or tried to hook him up with someone

-that being said, he’s still newer, but he’s not completely ignorant

-and it’s not like he really liked playing around that much, either. He didn’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings 🥺

-and when you appear? Well, you can guess how sweet this boy is to you

-he courts you.

-he’s not timid, but he can be shy, but it’s not like, really shy. He’s just very polite and doesn’t wanna scare you away, because in all realness, Tup is a bit insecure

-please reassure him.

-he may be shy of touching you at first, but once you assure him, he’ll start to. When the moments right, of course.

-his kisses are short and sweet

-a peck here and there

-oh, but don’t be disappointed. If you want more, he’ll give more, you just have to ask

-but, then again, he’s still a little hesitant about it. Just take the reins with this one.

-like I said, Tup isn’t innocent, he’s not a prude

-but he’s still a virgin. He could kiss, he could flirt

-but he’s always been to scared to give his virginity away, because that was special to him

-well anywho- we’re not on that topic! Yet :)

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Fives:

-and last but not least! Fives!!

-look, Fives is a stud

-he’s goofy, flirty, cheesy, oh, so cheesy

-and he turns up that cheesiness all the way when he meets you

-so he’s experienced

-he 100% his, but when it comes to you, he’s not all ‘oh, yeah, to the bed, baby,’ but instead more of a, ‘hey, got a map? Cuz I’m getting lost in your eyes—-‘

-yeah. It’s bad.

-oh- but just- just give him a chance- kay? He’ll prove it to you—

-his kisses are DEEP

-PASSIONATE

-he uses tongue

-not to where it’s overwhelming, but to make you breathless and yearning for more

-kisses hard, one nip to your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue and then just going for it

-you know he has you pinned against some place while he kisses you

-Makes out like his life depends on it

-but it’s not just lust for him, don’t worry!

-he’ll be breathing out his love for you with every kiss, growling under his breath while he thrusts into you deep and slow

-“Kriff— hold on- hah- fuck! Feel me right there- like that? Yeah, hahaah, yeah, ya like that, baby? Yeah, I know you do—“

-yeah. It gets heated really quickly.

-he’ll have you squirming in no time

-you’ll be yearning for this man in every way

-so yes.

-Fives is a very passionate man.

-and he just gets even more passionate when he’s with you

[blueberry-ry]

Mand'alor Dru te Evaar'la

Mand'alor Dru te Evaar'la was a Mandalorian leader of the New Age of Mand'alore, which was initiated after the introduction made by Tarre Vizsla of the Darksaber as the new tool by which the new Mandalorian leaders would be chosen.

Her title, "Evaar'la" (Young), was given to her due to the fact that she was the first Mand'alor to get such position not by succession, but by killing its predecessor, Mand'alor Eparate Saxon te Cha’kelhav (the Usurper), who had stolen the Darksaber from his uncle, Mand'alor Ca'nara Saxon te Cuyan (the Survivor), as he died of a illness on his death bed.

The rightful heir and the daughter of Ca'nara, Marev Saxon, then proclaimed vengeance against her cousin, which started the 25 years of the War of Succession that Dru will end. In the official records, it is unclear of what her true origins were. Many over the centuries have proclaimed she was an ancestor of their clan, while some theorized that she came from one of the ancient Houses, such as Vizsla, Kast, Eldar or Kryze, who had maybe banished her parents before her birth, and many more wacky and interesting theories.

But the truth was far more simple: She was born as Aminta Boone, from non-mandalorian Sarkhai parents on the planet of Nog, when the War had already been going for 11 years. Her village would often be attacked and destroyed by both sides in the war, and her and her people would often have to run away and rebuild their homes as far away as possible from the various battlefields. It was during these attacks that she first lost her parents, and over the course of the war she also lost three different adoptive parents, leaving her with the conviction that she herself must have been cursed by some kind of entity, to make all those she loved to suffer and die.

One day, in an old cave near the village, she found an ancient altar which contained a kyber crystal. When she touched it, it triggered her dormant force-sensitivity and a Vision, which made her fall into a week-long coma, where she dreamed of how she could end the War.

When her village was once again attacked, this time by the army of the Usurper, and all the inhabitants died but her, she ran away, managing to find the army who fought for the rightful heir, who had now died, and had passed down her mission to her daughter, Ada Saxon. When she explained her Vision to Ada, she let her join her army, and she also became part of her consular and strategists, but she also joined in the fights, where she often used a long beskar spear. As she joined the mandalorians, Aminta decided to give up this name, and start a new life, in the hopes of forgetting the pain that it had caused her up to this point.

Both Ada and her second in command, Cabur, often call her Cin’ad (as in “child in white”) due to her Sarkhai features, while the warriors instead gave her multiple names, which she had all accepted: Orikh’ad (tiny one), Bev’ika (little needle), Cin’gemas (white haired), Cin'ciri (snow) and Mirsh’ika (smart one).

Later on, as word started to spread of her and her dream for a long and lasting peace to the rest of the army and the people, she started to get called by the soldiers under her command as Cin’aak, which literally translates to “White Peace” but is also the name of the white lily in mando’a, aliik she adopts to represent herself and her ideals in the army. Her Vision had promised her that it would have been trough Ada that Cin'aak would have been able to achieve this peace, and not only that, but she would also die on the battlefield, while Ada killed the Usurper in the Last Battle.

But Visions are not perfect, and many things can change its course. Ada had a vengeful and angry spirit, who cared little about the lives of both civilians and of her own soldiers, who often would engage in suicidal plans just to get closer and closer to the current Mand'alor, which only led to more disasters than victories. These tendency made her people give her the name of te Get'al A'den (the Red Wrath).

It was during one of such battles that Ada died, leaving her army and her right to the Darksaber to no one. Here it was Cabur that pushed Cin'aak to take the command, to lead them to this peace she always said she dreamed about, and she did. Victory after victory, the day of the Final Battle came, but instead of dying among her soldiers, Cin'aak engaged in a duel against the Usurper, which she won by impaling her spear through his stomach. Thanks to her actions through the war, and her forgiveness to the soldiers of the Usurper, she received a new name, which she would then use for the rest of her day as Mand'alor: Dru, which means "Compassion". She was 14 years old. Just a few months after, her Advisors pressured her into finding an heir immediately, and so she adopted a war orphan who had still not found a home, a Zabrak infant less than a year old, which she called Mirshko (courage). He unfortunately did not live for long, as he was killed at the mere age of 5 in the middle of the night in his bed, by three mandalorians still loyal to the Usurper.

Dru became inconsolable after she discovered what happened, and only after long months of despair and grieving did she manage to go back to her role as Mand'alor. In this period she also stopped to wear her armor, instead preferring a simple gown and a beskar collar and bracelets, which looked more like shackles than jewelry. When asked what she would do about her next heir, all she said was that "to be the next they'll have to kill her, just like she did".

Hers was a reign of peace that lasted forty years. The most notable changes were the banning of bounty hunting and mercenary work from Mandalorian Space, which she found incredibly disgraceful as in both of these profession one was expected to kill another being for money, a prospect she loathed.

She also created numerous commercial alliances outside of the Sector (which did not last after her end) and always tried her best to stop conflicts before they could even start.

Her death came at the age of 54, killed by the next Mand'alor, who pierced her heart with a beskar sword.

[ranahan]

Kar’taylir tor bal nu davaabir bic, dushne ehut.

Lit. “To know justice and to not carry it out, [is] the worst cowardice.”

Tbh the word ehut here carries both the senses of cowardice and despicability. It’s literally “Hutt-ness,” i.e. letting others suffer for your benefit and fight your battles and bear the risk, therefore cowardly and despicable. Mandalorians despise Hutts because they let others fight their (real and metaphorical) battles for them.

“To know what is right and not to do it is the worst cowardice.”

— Confucius, Analects

[mavlabajuri]

Speculation on Mando'a Todays word: "kaan"

There are several words in Mando'a that include the element "kaan"

ge'kaan - military exercise ne'kaan - non-combatant akaan - war* akaan'ade - army akaanir - to fight akaata - battalion meshurkaan - jeweler/gem cutter pelkaanir - to shave

But what then does "kaan" mean? We can reasonably infer that “kaan” is a root related to action, precision, or conflict.

Let’s explore a few thematic clues:

1. Core war terminology

All the following stem from "akaan", which clearly relates to war:

akaan - war akaanir - to fight akaan'ade - army akaata - battalion

This suggests that "kaan" is a morpheme deeply embedded in militaristic or combative terms.

2. "ge'kaan" = military exercise

"ge'" appears to act as an adverb or modifier ("almost" or perhaps "mock" in this context). ge'kaan may literally translate to something like "almost-war" or "war-like," which tracks for “military exercise.”

3. "ne'kaan" = non-combatant

"ne" is a negative prefix. → So "ne'kaan" = not kaan = non-combat.

This supports the idea that "kaan" has to do with war or fighting.

4. "meshurkaan" = jeweler/gem cutter

This one’s a little more metaphorical. The root "meshur" refers to gems or jewels, and "kaan" here might reference the precision or cutting aspect, which metaphorically aligns with the precision of battle or skillful action.

5. "pelkaanir" = to shave

"pel" = soft "kaanir" here may evoke a precise or scraping action, again suggesting "kaan" relates to deliberate, skilled movement.

From all this we can do some speculation.

📚 "Kaan" likely connotes: 📖 Combat 📖 Precise action 📖 Controlled or skilled intensity

It sits at the root of both warfare and delicate craft, suggesting that Mandalorians conceptually link violence and craftsmanship. Both require discipline, skill, and purpose.

Concerning it's morphological role, "kaan" seems to operate as:

a root in verb and noun derivation

neutral in moral weight, used in war, training, crafts, grooming

"kaan" - core concept of intentional, skilled action; often combat, but not exclusively violent.

Think: "to engage with deliberate force or precision."

* "But what about 'aka' and 'akaan'?" I hear you say. Well! I propose that akaan is a actually a combination of "aka" and "kaan".

"aka" - mission

"kaan" - (hypothetical root) combat, deliberate action, precision, etc.

So:

"akaan" = aka + kaan → mission + combat/action → war, as "a mission of combat", or "a purpose-driven conflict."

How do I support this?

Conceptual logic: Mandalorians see war not as chaos, but as structured, purposeful. Combining "mission" with "action/combat" reflects that framing.

Linguistic patterns: Mando’a often uses compound formations to build words:

akaan’ade = akaan (war) + ade (people) = "warriors/army" pelkaanir = pel (soft) + kaanir (maybe "to act/shave") = shaving, a delicate precise action meshurkaan = meshur (gem) + kaan = gem-cutter, precise work again

So "akaan" as aka + kaan fits this structural tendency.

If aka = mission and kaan = action/combat → then akaan = the mission is combat, which is very Mandalorian.

This makes the derivations feel even sturdier:

akaanir - to fight (turning "war" into a verb)

akaan'ade - warriors (people of war)

ge'kaan - training in simulated, structured combat

ne'kaan - one whose mission is not combat

As such, I interpret "kaan" to mean:

Mando'a : kaan Pronunciation : [kahn] Word Group : noun English Meaning : intentional, skilled action; often combat, but not exclusively violent.

Feedback is as always warmly welcomed!

[kookyburrowing]

Different Languages AU Part 1: Wait, Fuck, They Don't Speak Basic?

First things first motherfuckers, let’s get one thing straight: Basic as a language does exist in this AU!  It’s just less common outside of the Core/Mid Rim.  SO.  What does that give us?  Well, it gives us way more interesting conflict, for one thing, and for another, so many languages.  Let’s get crackalackin! 

In the Outer Rim, Huttese is largely The Language To Speak.  If you don’t speak Huttese, you might as well just hurl yourself into the nearest bottomless pit now and save yourself the time and trouble.  Even in the Core and Mid Rim, Huttese is a very common language just because of how useful it is if you ever find yourself in the Outer Rim.  Most bounty hunters (i.e. Jango Fett, just for one completely random example) speak Huttese fluently, alongside their native languages.  Naturally, then, this is a language Anakin is very familiar with.  In fact, when he became a Jedi, it was the language he knew the best, and most people thought his speech was stilted in Basic because of this.  He spoke Basic maybe once every month on Tatooine—can you blame him?  

In the Mid Rim, each planet has their own language and conversations between diplomats are typically done as they are on Earth—via interpreters, to avoid any misunderstandings.  Padmé, for instance, does speak Basic, but that is the language she would use in the Senate, not on Naboo.  The same goes for Palpatine, but we’ll get to him in a minute, because he sucks and I want to not talk about him for as long as I feasibly can.  

The Core means Basic, Basic, Basic, because of just the sheer number of people making it necessary.  Coruscant is a weird case because of how communities develop there.  Since it’s kind of like a gigantic version of a modern city (I’ll use NYC as an example because I know it the best), it’s broken up into enclaves.  Cultures clump—it’s a thing.  Some neighborhoods in NYC are predominantly Jewish, some are predominantly Italian, the list goes on.  The same goes for Coruscant, although on a supersized scale.  There’s some areas where non-Mandalorians need not apply, some where everyone is a Twi’lek or Togruta, some where everyone is a Mirialan, et cetera.  Also, Coruscant dialects of certain languages are very much a thing.

Anyway.  Let’s talk Kamino, because that’s why I started this to begin with!  

Jango Fett is a Mandalorian.  He’s also a bounty hunter.  He’s from Concord Dawn and was a True Mandalorian.  Therefore we can guess he probably at the bare minimum speaks two dialects of Mando’a (Concord Dawn, True Mandalorian) Huttese, and has at least passing Basic.  He probably speaks more than that given how well-traveled he is, but those are the ones I can name for sure.  So Jango Fett, who speaks Mando’a and Huttese and Basic, encounters Count Dooku.  Count Dooku is from Serenno, but he was also a Jedi, so he probably speaks Serennese, Basic, Huttese, and a few more.  He may even speak Mando’a, but his dialects wouldn’t be likely to overlap with Jango’s.  Count Dooku tells Jango to go to Kamino and let them clone him in exchange for an exorbitant amount of money.  Jango does, because Jango is a thinking human being and thinking human beings under capitalism do not turn down exorbitant amounts of money in exchange for what amounts to (at most) being a three or four-time sperm donor.  

And on Kamino, our intrepid Mandalorian encounters something a bit weird.  The Kaminoans, being that they are an extremely isolated species and thus have absolutely no reason to have developed humanoid vocal chords, have to rely on droid translators.  Cool!  This means Jango can speak to them exclusively in his native language (Concord Dawn Mando’a), and they can speka to him exclusively in theirs, and everyone’s largely happy.  Jango negotiates the finer points of the contract, acquires an infant who he names Boba, and calls up some old friends (and acquaintances) to teach the clones to kick ass.  He informs them they don’t have to worry about speaking Basic, so they don’t bother speaking Basic.  

Thus, we have our setup.  The Kaminoans have no reason to make the clones speak Basic because literally none of these outsiders are bothering to inform that oh yeah there’s this whole common language thing going on, and said outsiders have no reason whatsoever to tell them because it would ultimately just be an inconvenience.  They’ve got a good thing going, and Jedi are required to speak more than one language anyway.  The clones can definitely find at least one in common!

So the clones learn to speak Mando’a, understand Kaminoan, and speak and/or understand one extra elective language.  Most pick something weird because they can—everyone around them speaks either Mando’a or Kaminoan so why would they bother with languages they don’t care about, like Basic?  Unfortunately for the Kaminoans and the trainers in equal measure, they do also realize that in order to express themselves in private they need their own universal language, so they acquire one.  They just call it clonespeak to keep things simple, and for most of them, that’s their native language.  They feel most comfortable speaking in it because that’s the language they associate with safety and with their siblings/parents.  

Thus: the predicament.  

Obi-Wan arrives on Kamino.  Obi-Wan is a Jedi.  Obi-Wan speaks Basic. 

Uh-oh.  See, Jango is out of practice—the Kaminoans can’t make those noises.  Boba’s language skills begin and end with Mando’a and some random bits of clonespeak right now—he’s kind of conversational with Huttese but every once in a while he just throws in a Mando’a word or an idiom in clonespeak and Jango has to take a minute to breathe lest he slam his head straight through the wall in frustration because he doesn’t understand clonespeak.  And so much performing of charades, many awkward moments, and exactly one sentence in Basic later, Obi-Wan is heading back to Coruscant with several questions. 

First: why the fuck did Sifo-Dyas order an army who didn’t speak Basic?  No one knows.  No one can find any records of this order, for one thing.  No one knows who Tyrannus is, for another.  

And second: what languages do the clones speak?  Obviously, Mando’a is amongst them, but Jango’s extremely intensely staring son also spoke another, infinitely weird language and no one can find any record of it, and not even Jango seemed to understand him.  Do they understand the Kaminoans’ clicking noises?  Are they just mute?  Is it constantly Shut The Fuck Up Friday up in there?  What is going on?  

The Council loses their collective minds.  Shaak Ti is about ready to haul ass across the galaxy to collect these poor, lost young men—Plo Koon is right there with her.  Yoda is—well, Yoda is swearing loudly in several dead languages right now.  Mace Windu, ever the voice of reason, just has one thing to say: how about they meet the clones, first.  Before they panic.

In the face of this intense, all-consuming, glorious sensibility, the Council collectively shuts the fuck up.  They decide to let things run their course.  

And then Geonosis.  Quickly, Yoda collects several hundred clones, manages to communicate to one of them—who speaks a really weird, ancient, and fucked up dialect of Basic that could basically scan to Elizabethan English, and whose name is probably Kowalski—what he needs, and that one tells an older, larger and more intimidating one.  Then that one yells a lot in a language Yoda has never heard before, and several hundred clones are suddenly hauling ass into gunships.  

Enter one Anakin Skywalker and one Padmé Amidala, who are about to acquire some friends, none of whom understand a word they’re saying.  They fuck some things up, get strapped to some poles to be devoured by Space Beasts of some sort, and then escape.  

Battle of Geonosis happens.  Mace Windu quickly discovers that the answer to the question what do the clones speak is effectively every language except Basic, and the answer is also supremely inconsistent.  He is Suffering.  He is Experiencing The Horrors.  Obi-Wan is likewise fighting for his life because he speaks a fancy-ass dialect of Mando’a that the clones don’t understand.  This is because they, like normal people, don’t talk like dignitaries on diplomatic missions.  

Moving on!  Obi-Wan gets assigned Alpha-17.  Alpha-17 is a demon.  Actually.  He probably speaks Basic but refuses to out of spite.  This is the biggest asshole to ever stomp his way into a Venator and terrify Anakin Skywalker into cowering submission.  (He may even be why Anakin behaved like that as Vader.  We will never know!)  Like most clones, Alpha-17 speaks four languages.  Clonespeak, Mando’a, Kaminoan, and Huttese.  In that order.  So he has no real trouble communicating with either Anakin or Obi-Wan.  

What he does have, though, is a surplus of kids.  Like it or not (he insists he doesn’t) they are his kids, and he wants them to have a shot at having a moderately tolerable existence.  Enter everyone’s favorite group of six weirdos: Wolffe, Ponds, Fox, Bly, Cody, and Rex.  

Wolffe is easy.  He’s horrible with languages, and so gets sent to Plo Koon, who speaks through a translator anyway.  Add Mando’a to the translator, and bang!  Easy.  Done.  They understand each other perfectly.  

Ponds is also easy.  He, being sensible, learned Basic, so he goes to Mace Windu, who is equally sensible (and grateful for the easy transition).  

Fox, who is a scheming little shit and also just so happens to speak Naboo, get sent to Coruscant.  The Chancellor can’t get one over on him if Fox can understand every word he says, and most Senators have protocol droids with them for translation anyway.  

Bly speaks Ryll, so she gets Aayla Secura.  Again, easy.  

Cody, on the other hand?  Cody speaks the same languages as 17.  Cody has a favorite younger brother who needs guidance.  Cody, therefore, gets deposited with Obi-Wan, and Rex?  Rex gets Anakin.  

But the issue with Rex is he and Anakin have no language in common.  Rex’s elective language was Togruti, and like the rest of his batch he also speaks Tusken sign.  Because his batch are a bunch of assholes who wanted an extremely private way to talk.  

So.  Anakin and Rex start off the war with no way to communicate!  None!  Literally not one language in common!  

And they do try to communicate—via charades, via text, et cetera—but they don’t really have access to translation software on a regular basis and thus things become complicated.  

Things are made even more complicated by the fact that Rex, like Wolffe, is shit at language learning.  Anakin, who isn’t, could try to learn clonespeak, and does!  But when you can’t communicate with the person teaching you it is immensely slow going.  

And thus, our premise is complete.  How do you run a war with someone you can’t talk to?  

Well, it depends.  If you’re Anakin, you say, maybe I can figure a way around this.  

If you’re Pong Krell?  

I dunno man.  Yell?  Yeah, that sounds about right.