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rinrinp42 · 3 years

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For Day 3 of @jangobiweek, Undercover. A follow up to Day 2 Come Find Me where young Mand’alor Jango time traveled to 42 BBY when Satine and Obi-Wan were on the run and fell for Obi-Wan.

It started when Quinlan came to try and tease details from Obi-Wan about why the redhead was flooding their Bond with such light, airy feelings. About who it was who had caught his friend’s eye.

He had removed his gloves, trying to lay hands on Obi-Wan’s new dagger when instead he grabbed a small statue that Anakin had left out.

Quinlan had stilled, a chill overtaking him.

“Quinlan?” Obi-Wan asked, keeping from reaching out only by virtue of his long friendship with the Kiffer.

Quinlan blinked and dropped the trinket.

“Where did you get that,” his voice was rough, a haunted look in his eyes.

Anakin looked over from where he was completing his assignments.

“The Chancellor gave it to me,” he said, voice shy, “I didn’t know how to tell him I thought it was ugly.”

Obi-Wan snorted at that, amused.

Quinlan, on the other hand, paled.

“You both need to leave, to hide,” he demanded, grabbing a towel and wrapping the trinket in it, “leave anything the Chancellor gave you.”

Anakin stared at him, eyes wide and Obi-Wan furrowed his brows.

“Quin, what is going on?”

“This is steeped in Darkness. And the things I Saw…”

He shivered.

Obi-Wan studied his friend for a moment.

“Anakin,” he said, “do as he says.”

The boy nodded and slipped off into his room.

“Quin are you saying-”

“The Chancellor is a Sith Lord?” Quinlan interrupted, “yeah, I am. And he desires your Padawan.”

Obi-Wan stiffened, protective fury rising even as he tried to set it to the side.

Quinlan shook his head.

“Not like that, at least, not primarily. I’m pretty sure he wants to control the kid, wants to make him into a Sith.”

“And as long as we’re on Coruscant, he has an excuse to see Anakin,” Obi-Wan spoke softly.

Quinlan nodded.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes.

“You be careful Quin,” he said.

Quinlan grinned, “you know me Obi.”

“I do.”

He didn’t say where he was going to take Anakin. Would not risk it. He trusted Quinlan to discretely tell the Council why they disappeared.

But he already knew where they would go.

Days Later, on Bothawui:

Jango Fett walked into a cantina alone, but walked out with another Mandalorian, this one dressed in red beskar’gam, and a young boy.

No words were exchanged as they made their way to the shipyard and onto Fett’s Slave I.

It wasn’t until they left the atmosphere that the silence was broken.

“Not that I don’t want you here, ner kar’ta, but why?” Jango asked.

“The one you warned me about,” Obi-Wan said, removing his helmet and revealing a changed hair style of how shaved sides and longer, almost floppy on the top, “it’s the Chancellor.”

Jango swore viciously and then glanced at Anakin.

“Sorry, don’t repeat that.”

Anakin shrugged, “I’ve heard worse.”

Jango squinted and then nodded.

“You can’t let on that you’re Jetii,” he told the two.

Obi-Wan nodded.

“I managed to get a message to Satine and Bo-Katan,” he explained, “though by a different father. And Anakin is my other brother. They’re planting evidence that my father recently died and I’ve been embroiled in a custody battle.”

Jango nodded, “which is why you’re only now joining me and the other Cuy’val Dar.”

“Plus, it explains why Anakin doesn’t know that much about Mandalorian culture.”

“What do I call the two of you then?”

“Ben Kryze and Ani Kryze. I adopted my brother into the family as mine to raise.”

Jango nodded.

They would have to be careful, some of those that he had taken for the Cuy’val Dar were hardcore Kyr’tsad. Ones that, per Satine, Pre Vizsla wanted away from the rest as he worked to edge Kyr’tsad into something closer to Haat Mando’ade. But Jango also had convinced a number of Bounty Hunters who were good with slicing to come and they were working slowly on getting into the orders the Longnecks had for his eyayade.

At least this meant that Obi-Wan would be close to Jango. They could complete the Riduurok’aka easier this way.

#My writing #jangobiweek2021 #jangobi #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #little bit of anakin #and quinlan #also pre decided he wanted to be good too so i guess????#jango's basically the secret mand'alor at this point #and he's trying to figure out Dooku's plan #and now quinlan's looking into palpatine #good like and be careful quin

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inkformyblood · 3 years

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i wish i was only as cruel

Jangobi Week 2021 Prompt #4 Forced to Work Together (Modern!AU, Background other relationships)

Obi-Wan carefully placed his tea down at his desk, the wood highlighted by a chain of rings from all the cups that had come before it, and settled into his seat. His office still felt oppressive to him — inherited quickly from Qui-Gon in the wake of his sudden passing — as it was still fitted with the dark wood and occasional twisted plant that his old teacher had favoured. Obi-Wan had tried to put his own touch on things, but found himself hampered time and time again by the guilt that twisted through his ribs like a living creature, settling to bite at his heart.

Pausing for a moment, Obi-Wan allowed himself to turn towards the large window set in the centre of the only wall uncovered by bookshelves and disguised filing cabinets. Beneath him, almost hidden through the heavy smog that rose from the twisted roads that could be mistaken for rivers, lay the city of Coruscant, lit in a fire of reds and sickly yellows.

The building, a set of law offices inhabited by every speciality possible, was quiet around him, except for the distant rumble of a trolley passing over one the floors above — the sound filtering down the towering central staircase — and the muted almost bubbling music from Plo Koon’s office two floors down. They had passed each other that morning, the other man smiling at him from behind his brightly patterned mask while his assistant, Wolffe — Obi-Wan had never quite been able to meet his eyes properly — nodded his greetings before readjusting the pile of files in his arms. Obi-Wan had been able to hear their voices, pitched low but he could still hear the note of care twisting through Wolffe’s words, the other man a constant presence at Plo Koon’s side.

His own assistant, Cody, was one of Wolffe’s half-brothers, proving time and time again that the universe was conspiring against Obi-Wan specifically, and that it truly was a small world for all that Coruscant was filled with people. Obi-Wan was surrounded by the children — the echoes as Jango called them when they let him — of the man he once loved with everything he was.

Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs of old regrets from his mind, Obi-Wan took a sip of his rapidly cooling tea, letting the slight bitter taste centre him for the day ahead, and turned to the first page of his paperwork.

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“Tea, sir.”

Obi-Wan startled, eyes dry and aching as he blinked slowly, feeling the final lines of text sear into his eyes as he glanced up. Cody pointed towards the gently steaming cup next to his elbow, his brow creased in familiar worry lines, before shifting his grip on the notepad tucked beneath his arm like a shield. With a gentle smile to try and soothe some of the other man’s worries, Obi-Wan reached for the cup, and paused.

“Cody?”

“Sir?” Cody didn’t shift nervously from foot to foot, or duck his head to try and get away like some of his half-brothers would when confronted with Obi-Wan’s reproachful stare. He had never acted that way since the first day he walked through Obi-Wan’s office door, and pushed the older lawyer out for a break so Cody could organise his files in peace. But Obi-Wan knew the look on his face — the slightly widened eyes, the mild look of surprise communicated solely through a slightly raised eyebrow — although Obi-Wan had first learned it from Jango.

The thought sent a pang of grief through his heart, grief for what could have been, and his nails dug into his palms for a moment before he moved past the emotion, letting it flow through him rather than fester in his chest like a wound. “What is going on?”

“If I tell you, it’s an internal matter—” Cody looked like every word was being dragged out of him, the corner of one eye starting to twitch “—would you let us handle it?”

As if on cue, a crash echoed through the half-open door, followed by indistinguishable yells. Obi-Wan was standing in an instant, moving towards the landing as Cody sighed, a far too world-weary sigh for such a young man, and followed him, moving with an almost military-like precision.

Sound carried through the floors, and on the landings above and below him, Obi-Wan could see the familiar faces of his colleagues peering down, all to a man pretending they weren’t deeply invested in finding out what was going on. Glancing down towards the entrance, Obi-Wan felt his blood run cold.

Boil and Waxer stood in the glass entryway to the building, hackles raised and arms outstretched to bar the door from the man trying to argue his way inside. Numa, their adopted daughter, was curled into Kix’s arms, her bright blue braids the only part of her that was visible, the man hovering half tucked into a doorway.

“Boil, Waxer?”

Waxer turned, using the motion to check on Numa as he did so, and caught Obi-Wan’s eye. Next to him, he could sense Cody’s glare lessen, the other man raising a hand to press it into his eyes next to him. Even Cody’s organisation couldn’t account for the force of nature that was Jango Fett.

“Is Jango here to see me?” Through the glass, Obi-Wan saw Jango freeze, his arms lowering as he pressed them to his side, but couldn’t make out the expression on his face. Was he angry? Remorseful? Obi-Wan still woke from nightmares of their final parting, the rain crashing down on them both as Jango kissed him once — fierce and desperate, his hand leaving bruises on Obi-Wan’s hip — before he walked away from everything they had built together.

Waxer looked at Cody first, the gesture small but it spoke volumes, before nodding hesitantly.

Obi-Wan turned to Cody, catching the rapid-fire flashes of guilt and grief flickering over his face before it was tucked away once more. “I’ll be fine,” Obi-Wan reassured him, laying a careful hand on his arm and squeezing.

“If you’re sure, sir,” Cody said, hesitancy clear in every unspoken word kept in his chest.

“Let him up. I’ll see him in my office. I’m sure he would appreciate someone showing him the way.”

It was a low blow, but a deserved one as Obi-Wan saw Jango flinch at the reminder through the glass that while he was slowly rebuilding relationships with his sons — those that would let him following the clerical error that led to their existences — he knew nothing about Obi-Wan’s life anymore.

“Tell your brothers thank you, Cody. And I thank you as well for looking out for me,” Obi-Wan murmured, as the crowd began to slowly disperse, assistants corralling their lawyers back into their offices with a careful word or, in the case of Rex and Anakin, hoisting the man over his shoulder and carrying him when subtlety failed to work.

“I know he’s trying, but—” Cody broke off with a frown and a shake of his head.

“He’s here. I can hear him out, at least.”

“Would you like some company, sir?”

Obi-Wan carefully sat back down in his chair, drawing his cup of tea closer to him. He stared at the dark liquid as he thought, breathing in the sweet floral scent. “No, thank you Cody. I believe this is a conversation best had by ourselves.”

Cody’s frown only deepened, too harsh an expression to have found its place on such a young face, and Obi-Wan sighed softly. “I believe Plo Koon was needing some help?”

It was an obvious ploy, but one he knew would work. Given Plo Koon’s involvement in their own case, all of Jango’s sons had a soft spot for the man, although he often had more than enough help in the form of his ‘Wolf Pack’.

“Sir.”

Cody turned to leave, and tensed. His bulk was blocking most of Obi-Wan’s view of the door, but the atmosphere in the room grew cold. “Buir.”

“Eyayad.”

Jango’s voice was softer than Obi-Wan remembered, tempered by time. Cody’s back stiffened further at the endearment, glancing back over his shoulder at Obi-Wan — worry clear in his eyes — before he marched out of the room.

Jango’s hair was speckled with grey, and longer than Obi-Wan remembered, curling around his ears. His face was lined and scarred, but his smile was the same — causing Obi-Wan’s stomach to flip reflexively, warmth flooding through him.

“I see you still need to cause an entrance,” he murmured, gesturing for Jango to sit opposite him. The man did so, glancing around the room with equal parts curiosity and apprehension, his gaze never fully landing on Obi-Wan.

“I didn’t want our first meeting back to be like this,” Jango sighed, scrubbing a hand across his eyes, leaning forward for a moment — looking as vulnerable as Obi-Wan had ever seen him, stripped out of his customary dark green court suit — before he settled back in his chair. “I had plans before I, before—” He broke off.

“Before you left shortly after finding out that you had inadvertently fathered hundreds of children?”

“I was a starving student at the time of those “donations”,” Jango snapped, catching himself before he escalated any further. “But that doesn’t excuse me running away.”

“It’s been nearly a decade, Jango,” Obi-Wan said, running a thumb against the faded pattern on his mug, feeling the heat press at his skin. “I thought you were dead. I mourned you.”

“I can’t apologise enough, cyar’ika. I was a coward.” He spat the word with more venom than Obi-Wan had ever heard. “And I will spend the rest of my life trying to correct my mistakes, not just the ones I inflicted on you, but on my children. But, what I came here before is more than that.”

“Oh?”

Obi-Wan sat back in his chair, saw Jango flinch at the appearance of his court persona, before the other man straightened in his chair. They had met in court, a courtship of arguments and battles fought with words, coffee and meals exchanged in the dead of night when neither of them could even see straight anymore. Jango had quit prosecuting when he left, fleeing without a word into the night, but he still knew how to pull on that mask, like an old familiar coat.

They had been legendary, and Obi-Wan couldn’t hide the grin that slipped out.

“I’m here because I’m being framed for murder. And you are the only person who can help me, even if you must hate me right now.”

“Jango, I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

Obi-Wan sighed, letting his head drop until his forehead was pressed into the soft leather adorning the top of his desk, breathing in the age old scent of varnish and coffee. “I will help you though. But you have to tell me everything.”

Jango could have carved from marble, but he nodded slowly, hands curled into fists so tight that Obi-Wan wondered if they would break.

“Okay, cyar’ika. What would you like to know?”

#jangobiweek #jangobiweek2021 #jangobi #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #star wars #my writing

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mandalorianbrainweasel · 4 years

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Chapter four of “binder of open wounds” ended with Jango, the eyayade, and the Haat Mando’ade all meeting with Duchess Kryze, several of her people, and some other politicians on Coruscant (including the POV character for that part, Dooku). I really liked the descriptions I did, so I drew it! It took about two day, eight or nine hours total.

Jango Fett turns to them from where he was facing the window, hair longer and pinned up, with one lock free against his cheek. A red point reaches up from each eyebrow and golden lines stretch down from his eyes, on either side of a thick blue block across his nose. His jewelry, which includes a nath ring that Dooku has only scene on Chalactans, is golden.

(...)

Fett is guided to a padded bench and immediately set upon by a small figure who climbs up half in his lap. Ten years old, maybe, with paint in matching colors across his face and on his ears. The child looks strikingly like Fett and some kind of dread pools in Dooku’s stomach as they all join the Mand’alor in sitting.

Another figure, fifteen, settles on the child’s other side. This one also looks quite like Fett, but has his head shaved and with thin lines reaching from one side of his forehead back and around to the other side of his chin, echoed by small dots. He pulls the ten-year-old more off of Fett and partially onto his own lap.

A third, this one with shockingly blonde hair that curls at the top like Fett’s, sits on Fett’s other side. He has blue and red points above his brow and yellow suns under his eyes. He leans ever so slightly into Fett’s arm, only slightly younger. Seventeen, perhaps.

Finally, a fourth stands behind Fett. This one is near identically, though his hair is close cropped on the sides and stands up slightly on the top. A line of locks is as gently red as Kenobi’s, if not a little darker, and matching eyebrows. Diagonal lines slash over his eyes in red, matched by two vertical lines that follow the bridge of his nose. There’s a blue circle under his lower lip, which makes Dooku realize that there’s also a yellow circle under Fett’s lower lip. Like the older two of the three before him, he wears golden jewelry that matches Fett’s in all but the nath ring.

#my art #digital art #jango fett #clone commander fox #clone captain rex #clone trooper hardcase #clone cadet kit #haat mando'ade #young jango fett #binder'verse

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jacensolodjo · 5 years

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We're the fire We're the change We're the lost ones We're the storm We're the last Ammunition Through the smoke Through the bruised Fallen brothers Pushing on To save all Of the others

#my playlist #just alpha arc things #eyayade dar'tome

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captainofthetidesbreath · 7 years

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With @izzyovercoffee outlining issues with other fan constructions of clone in Mando'a (see this post), I put forward eyayad.

It’s from the noun echo, eyayah, and literally translates to something “one who is an echo [of another]”. It captures the prime-clone relationship relatively well, the clone recalls the prime but isn’t an exact replication in the way an echo does an originating sound. It’s also neutrally toned, maybe even a little sentimental in my opinion. And it’s a lovely, pretty poetic term, and I like that about it.

As for verbs, I’d simply propose using “to echo”. To clone, to copy, and similar are synonyms, and Mando'a already relegates so much to context that I find it feasible that synonym usage can be handled similarly. There isn’t a verb form of echo given to us by Traviss, but I’d imagine it’s a simple eyayahir, eyaya'ir or eyayir, I suppose depending on what one finds most natural, accounting for regional or dialectical variations (assuming echo is identical across the board). Context simply carries the word if one means “to echo”, “to copy”, or “to clone [a living being]”.

#tbh i should start a proper tag for things #but look izzy i did the small writeup.#star wars shenanigans #mando'a #mandalorians #gena's mando'a

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kaasknot · 4 years

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GAR Organizational Structure (with bonus despair)

point the first: the structure tcw gives us for the GAR is nonsensical. captains are leading legions, a battalion is apparently sufficient for a marshal commander, and generals are, oh my god, leading troops out in the field—the way no general irl actually does, because they are a strategic target and if the enemy kills/captures them it would be a tremendous blow. not gonna lie: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) is a disaster and should be ashamed of itself.

i mostly ignore all of the above for my sanity, because 1) it’s more fun to watch jedi waving laser swords around amidst thickets of blasterfire, 2) the whole endgame is to kill them anyway, so who cares if a few jump the gun, and 3) maybe cody just really digs all those cool cats down in the 212th. maybe he runs ops with them whenever he can get away with it. whatever, it’s explainable.

(nothing will ever explain why rex, a junior officer, was leading a whole-ass legion. i cannot forgive. i will not forget.)

point the second: the only hard numbers we have for how big the GAR is are in the repcomm books, which put it at 3 million soldiers. this is. it’s. it's absolutely ludicrously small. to put it in perspective, the united states armed forces alone comprise about 1.4 million active duty personnel in its various branches. that’s ONE military on ONE planet. the GFFA has anywhere from 12 to 70 million inhabited planets. sure, most of them won't participate in the war, but even if you take the lower figure of 12 million, assume 10% are participants (whether as suppliers, victims, allies, or just re-supplied a star destroyer that one time), and take 10% of that as ACTIVE participants, then the number of planets the GAR needs to have a presence on is still 120 thousand. do a little math, and for the GAR to maintain a US-sized presence (which i think we can all agree is plenty large enough to bully a planet into submission) x 120k, the GAR would have to have 170 billion active duty personnel.

if the last number was too small, this one’s too huge. It’s beyond enormous. how do they feed everyone? but consider: the GAR wouldn't have to have the same presence on all planets. some of them might be small, like the rishi outpost. some might not need active policing at all, such as core planets like alderaan. i'll admit right now that i'm extremely lazy and don't feel like crunching the numbers to determine the size of the GAR presence on upwards of a million planets. i'm just gonna say "one billion active duty clones for the war." it’s still hysterically enormous, but it’s a lot more manageable.

my headcanon for the organizational structure of the GAR, using both wikipedia and wookieepedia for reference:

GAR: 1 billion active duty clones (broken down into 10 systems armies)—led by yoda, who is eisenhower

systems army: 100 million clones (2 sector armies)—led by a marshal commander, each of whom is attached to a jedi councilmember (so ponds, cody, wolffe, etc. our beloved cc-2224 is marshal commander of the 3rd systems army.)

sector army: 50 million (5 planetary armies)—led by a rear marshal commander, each attached to senior jedi masters who are not on the council (so gree, bly, fox, etc)

planetary army: 10 million (5 corps)—senior commander (note: given the unit mobility we see in the show, “planetary” is more a polite request than an actual rule, especially as attrition takes its toll. troops go where they needed.)

corps: 2 million (5 divisions)—corps commander

division: 400 thousand (5 legions)—division commander

legion: 80 thousand (5 brigades)—legion commander

brigade: 16 thousand (5 regiments)—brigadier commander

regiment: 3,200 (4 battalions)—regimental commander

battalion: 800 (4 companies)—major

company: 200 (4 platoons)—captain/1st sergeant

platoon: 50 (5 squads)—lieutenant/staff sergeant

squad: 10 (2 fire teams)—sergeant

(fire) team: 5 troopers

(“active duty” in this context (the context being slave soldiers) means all clones of age to deploy who are not on medical leave. the total number of cadets of all ages, who are not considered active duty, probably dwarfs this 1 billion figure by like a factor of 978645, which i’m not even going to think about because the sheer logistics of that is staggering. the only reason this army wasn’t discovered sooner is because of movie magic.)

the eagle-eyed among you may notice that several of the formations i’ve separated out (e.g. brigade and legion) are actually the same size irl. in my defense: it’s a billion fucking soldiers! there is no existing military structure on earth that can accommodate a command of that size!! something had to give!!

again, those keen-eyed among you may notice that there are no less than eight different ranks of commander, only three of which are supported by wookieepedia. in my defense: star wars gave us a crappy starting point, and i can only work with what i’m given. either i bump up NCOs to commanding platoons and companies and reinstall our beloved rex as captain of torrent brigade (my soul fucking shudders), or we have to deal with eight different unit sizes all led by officers addressed formally as “commander.”

(it is clone etiquette to address commanders by title and name in mixed company, save the highest-ranking officer, who is THE commander and may be addressed sans name. it is clone humor to fuck with non-clones by sending them on goose-chases in search of “the commander.”)

moving on.

according to wookiepedia, the ranks of jedi are thus:

grand high jedi general—yoda (actually i lied, i made this one up)

high jedi general—the other 11 councilmembers

senior jedi general—all jedi masters

jedi general—all jedi knights

jedi commander—all jedi padawans

as far as i’m concerned those ranks can stay as-is, with senior and regular generals getting scattered throughout the command structure wherever i feel like putting them. it’s not like they make sense as military leaders anyway; they’re last-minute pasties to cover up the GAR’s scandalous bits and make it fit for public propaganda.

of note, there are 12 jedi who sit on the jedi council, but only 10 sector armies. conveniently, yoda doesn’t need to command a sector army, because he commands all the armies. likewise, i headcanon shaak ti doesn’t actually have a command, as she stays on kamino for quality assurance purposes. gotta make sure there aren’t any ethics violations going on.

some may have noticed that fox, despite answering to the chancellor and not to a jedi, is in the “rear marshal” category. i did this (actually @countessofbiscuit did this and i shamelessly stole it) because i (we) headcanon fox not just as head of the coruscant guard, but the head of the CG, GAR military police, and penal battalions. he’s got a big command, too, even if he doesn’t have a jedi to show for it. plus, it makes for excellent intraservice beef if palpatine pushed for fox’s promotion against the prevailing cultural trends of the GAR. (poor fox.)

final notes on this already long-winded and horrific post: seniority within the ranks of the marshal commanders depends on the seniority of their attendant jedi and their own level of experience. e.g. mace windu is the senior-most jedi after yoda, so ponds commands the 1st systems army. however, ponds dies relatively early in the war, so bacara, despite being assigned to the 2nd systems army (i just made that up, i have no idea if ki-adi mundi has seniority after mace), outranks ponds’s replacement because he has more experience. most of this is tacit and doesn’t really affect anything except who sits where at mandatory formal dinners, but it’s also used to justify who’s allowed to eat the last donut—to mixed success.

how DO they feed everyone, though? like, seriously?

#gar organizational structure #coruscant guard #commander fox #clone intelligence #meta #tcw #eyayade #don't confuse your systems armies and sector armies #i just did and almost gave myself a fucking heart attack

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kaasknot · 4 years

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Just finished reading Ka Mate! Ka Ora! and I am in love. I wish Star Wars would've incorporated Maori culture into clone culture somewhat but I guess that's what fanfictions like this are for. I especially loved your concept of "Punnumuhua"; I've always liked to think that the clones can feel the presence of their brothers even after death like a Jedi force ghost, but I like your idea better. :) Is it based on something from Maori/Polynesian culture? Either way, beautifully done!

i'm glad you liked it! it was the first star wars fic i wrote, and probably my most popular.

to be honest, tho, i'm glad george lucas didn't make the clones maori/polynesian. any time a character hints at a specific culture, it... doesn't end well. jar jar binks/the gungans speak in an almost caribbean patois, boss nass wears a robe that looks somewhat african, and, intentions of the creators aside, many people find them an insulting stereotype. likewise, the neimoidians speak with asian accents (i've heard some people call it thai and some call it japanese, so i'm not sure which accent it actually is), have asian-inspired robes, and they're portrayed as cowardly and greedy. then there's watto, with his hooked nose, fixation on money, and middle-eastern/semitic accent. sensitive inclusion of real-world cultural signifiers is not an area i'd trust george lucas to get it right. the clones are already a slave army composed of men of color; they don't need more unfortunate implications.

this fic was inspired by an episode of the tem show where temuera morrison, bodie taylor, and jay laga'aia speculated that the clones might have their own haka tradition. it was maori men who did the speculation, so i felt safe that the idea wasn't derogatory. i'm not maori myself; i don't know what's insulting or not. (fairly recently, a friend of a friend who is maori vetted the fic, and he said it was fine, so that was a tremendous relief.)

re: "punnumuhua," i honestly don't even remember it. if it's based off a real-world polynesian culture then it's entirely accidental--i don't actually know that much about them. more likely it was inspired by the mandalorian oversoul.

thanks for the ask!

#askbox #eyayade #george lucas's a+ worldbuilding

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izzyovercoffee · 6 years

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i’m just thinking of it in like the context of like

comparing to, say, wolfpack ... bc they all have the wolf emblem on their armor, right? so technically it is applicable ... but it also isn’t? because Plo Koon himself is not a wolf and does not look anything like a wolf. they all have this shared chosen imagery that is very powerful, very important, very meaningful .... but it is not the same kind of imagery/power in the two examples.

obviously we can get into the discussion of how both are mandalorian to different and similar degrees but it’s just I think I’m just circling around the point that Ahsoka and the Eyayade that are with her during the Seige of Mandalore have different relationships to her as compared to Wolfpack and Plo Koon, and that it’s a subtle but important difference in particular because Ahsoka is not a jedi and so that type of armor-bound honoring and connection reflects that difference.

I guess.

or maybe I’m just idk incoherent and

#izzy talks clone wars #Izzy talks mandalorians #c: ahsoka tano #c: eyayade

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jacensolodjo · 3 years

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like my brain likes to do, I started thinking about like ‘wouldn’t it be funny if--” and we all know by now that is a dangerous thought process when it involves the eyayade. but like. we have Boba already pretending to be a clone cadet. But what if like it’s a prince and the pauper deal while Jango is still alive where sometimes Boba manages to ‘trade places’ with a cadet. Unfortunately for Bob’ika, Jang’buir has had practice with 100 Alphas by the time Boba comes up with this clever little plan.

But he still does it.

The ‘uh oh’ part comes when I bring Althan into the idea. But it’s not something he agrees to. It’s what everyone else seems to think. He looks about the right age towards the end of the war (he’s a number of years younger than Domino Squad). Boba’s been doing his ‘i’m following in my father’s footsteps and you can’t stop me even with jail time’ thing. They get swapped on accident. Someone thinks he’s Boba who has escaped. Another person thinks Boba is the missing cadet.

Fun little hijinks.

Perhaps it’s a good thing Althan has no choice but to age faster than Boba so it can’t really happen again. But when it does, oh gosh “THIS is how you live, Bob’ika?”

#Текст #idk i'm pretty sure it's my brain trying desperately to distract me from pain and such lol #althan #Boba fett tag #jango fett tag #since i'm actually not really sure about putting in the main tags lol #at least i have the althan tag for finding it later i guess

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rinrinp42 · 4 years

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@i-am-ct-5555 (whom apparently I cannot tag???) tagged me to write the last line in my WIP (unfortunately at that time I hadn’t written anything new that wasn’t posted yet or has been a while since I wrote anything for, so I waited until I actually wrote and now here’s where I just ended this writing session), and then tag as many people as there are words!

“Ner kar’ta,” Jango spoke, “they are eyayade. And I think Mando’ade as well. One called Spark vod.”

@puzzleshipper @pearlescentpearl @kitsunekage88 @amillionstarsandyouchoosethisone @atelier-dayz @saunters-vaguely-downwards @sanjuno and anyone else who wants to

#writing meme #about my writing

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jacensolodjo · 4 years

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Fact: crushgaunts are outlawed

Fact: while Jango is considered an outlaw he does not in fact use crushgaunts

Fact: snapped the necks of not one, not two, not three, but six jedi with his bare hands. No crushgaunts. No Force. No drugs. Just pure adrenaline brought on by anger.

Fact: Furious Mando beats the Force and lays the groundwork for his future eyayade to do the same.

Which is why I think he knew exactly what he was doing when he gave his DNA profile to the Kaminoans to be used as a template for an entire fucking army that would grow to destroy the Jedi Order. He simply did not know it would go the way it did, with the clones treated like nerf. And he had not known the Republic would cease to exist which is the only way it makes sense to give the overarching order about loyalty to the Republic. Nothing says or said that the Jedi being taken out would mean the Republic would die out too.

#also fact: i accidentally invested myself in the idea of a Guardian buir Alpha and now i want to flesh him out #cause clearly i dont have enough Alphas to name and flesh out #jango fett defense blog #jacen talks clones #jacen talks mandalorians #a lot of my defenses for jango are often used for Kal instead and it burns my biscuits #this is not a man who does not care what happens to the clones and yet everyone seems to think he had malicious intent #like??? ok???#are we reading the same jango dialogue or nah #the same jango actions??#a man who only kills a clone because he has a code and yet turns around #and sets the clone's kid up for life money wise??? out of penance maybe but he still does it??#would Kal do it?? i doubt it #yeah he wanted to set his specific circle up money wise #but not anyone he doesn't even know #not any clone he doesn't personally know #But jango is different #also i may or may not believe cause of ALL of that he also has a fund for the Alphas #with instructions that if the Alphas found any clone in wanting to transfer funds to them too #which dodges the idea of jango only keeping his group in the money #He simply could not find a tenable solution for ALL clones to have money in an account #without doing some hideously hard calculations

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jacensolodjo · 4 years

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Even though I make light of the responsibilities that the Alphas have that literally no other clone has (Y’know, basically boy scout den dads), I really can’t imagine having to grow up with the knowledge you might one day end up killing your own siblings in order to save them from a life that is (somehow) even worse than they already have.

Like, A17′s entire demeanor of keeping everyone at a distance is so painfully a coping mechanism mixed with the fact that yeah he’s Just Like That.

Sheres got a taste of how it feels to kill a sibling, even though it wasn’t with the full knowledge that was who he was killing beforehand.

Even without committing the fratricide, this has to be somewhere in the back of every Alpha’s mind.

And not even the spook squads that are tasked with rounding up deserting clones are imbued with the feeling of being responsible in this way. They’re not saving those clones. They’re executing them.

The sheer knowledge this was a Jango Assigned Order should honestly be enough to pay far more attention to the Alphas.

The whole thing w/ Echo is exactly what the Alphas have been tasked to prevent.

And I said it before but I’ll say it again: they are loyal to the end to a dead man. And Jango never expected to be dead during the war, he probably expected to be able to be available when his eyayade have to be faced with this kind of thing, for real, during the battles of Kamino and Umbara. But he’s not. He can only watch from the manda as they struggle to cope with this overwhelming guilt and vow.

And even if non-Alphas do their best to lift the burden a little, to try to understand, they simply can’t. It is something else beyond the sheer fact of being Alpha that sets them apart. It can be isolating and crushing. And they all have to cope in their own ways, the best they can, without the help of a parental figure. They deserve understanding, and their stories told. Not being treated like they’re just antisocial assholes to all non-Alphas.

#Текст #jacen talks clones #i just love my alphas so much why am i cursed in this way #of having 100 clone kiddos that deserve more lore and more attention and more love

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jacensolodjo · 6 years

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It took me forever to make sure nobody was gonna fall over cause I had to make room for Wolffe at the back but here we are. I think I am officially out of room for more eyayade. ...at least on the dresser lmao

#jacen's clones

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izzyovercoffee · 7 years

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Out of curiousity, what's fandom been using as mando'a for 'clone?' I either don't see the part of fandom that picked a word to run with or I saw it and expunged it from memory for the reasons you mention.

sorry @katarnarmor I didn’t see this earlier, I always forget to check messages when I’m mobile B(((

Also, a lot of these determinations / unpacking came through conversation with @cassiansfuzzyjacket, so I’d like to give credit over to Gena as well. She’s wonderful and I love her.

Okay, so. The offending word in question is “ ara'gotenir ” from arasuum and gotenir. Yikes. Time to explain why we should not use it.

EDIT :: alternative word to use instead? eyayad. explanation here

( Also, I understand that originally the word was meant as a verb and not noun, but nouns within mando’a are constructed from their verb equivalent. So. Keep that in mind. Also, the supposition that the {also fandom constructed} word for twin ara’vod is equal. it is not, and still a poor/offensive choice, with even heavier negative ties to Arasuum due to the use of vod. anyway. )

This got really long after all, so if you don’t want the lengthy explanation, here’s the bullet points:

if ara’gotenir is used, it can only be done so in a derogatory way, as a specifically structured slur against clones, reasons following:

arasuum — stagnant, remain the same, unchanging

scientifically incorrect, clones are not exact copies

extreme negative connotations within mando’a / mando culture

negative connotations out of universe

arasuum, the word itself, has a very specific cultural context and it is a negative one — just outside of the already negative connotations the idea of stagnation and unchanging already carries

gotenir — birth, give birth

as a verb construction, as in the act to clone, then I can kind of understand it, as a very literal translation across language lines

but even so it still doesn’t apply, because the clones are not birthed, and if anything … combined with the above reasons of why arasuum is not a good word to use …

can only be interpreted negatively, as a sort of offensive irony or sarcasm

thus, ara’gotenir

is offensive, and/or

literally translates to stillbirth

so don’t use it in the context of clones and cloning =/

I’m all for world-building, and I can see some mandalorians pushing forward the idea that the clone men are not “real people,” but the thing is … I believe this was entirely unintentional. Also I can’t really throw myself behind a word that ultimately would only make the most sense when used to demean their humanity in very … very specific ways that are devastating within mandalorian understanding and language =/

I also cannot endorse creating nor using slurs for an entire body of non-white men in order to dehumanize them further than the source material, and fandom in general, already does. It does not matter that it’s fiction.

EDIT :: as pointed out by @silenthouse

aragotenir, literally translated, means stillbirth

Which only lends an even worse connotation on top of the given meaning.

Though ara has multiple meanings that can be derived, it was specifically chosen from arasuum — stagnant, remain the same. This is wrong for a variety of reasons, but I’ll try to keep this short (lmao yeah right, me? keep anything short? anyway I failed so here comes a cut) and stick to the main ones.

the science though

Starting with the literal meaning: stagnant implies that all clones are exactly the same. Here’s the thing people either don’t know, don’t understand, or don’t look up … clones are NOT EXACT copies of each other, and a simple google search of cloning myths would reveal that.

For this word to be created by Mandalorians who trained them … well. It is, at best, unkind in the way that willful ignorance is unkind.

Okay. Mando’a is a spoken language. But words lose their meaning, or new words spring up as a result of new information or out of need for a word that’s appropriate for the situation. Anyone who’s trained the clones can see that they are not exactly the same, even without the science behind it. But I digress.

the connotations of stagnation (general)

My main concern is that the word stagnant has a severely negative connotation within mandalorian culture, not even beginning to address that arasuum has specific negative connotations tied to the word itself. Then you also have the understanding that it is negative in english … It has not and will not be a word that can be taken with any neutrality in any context, full stop.

culturally speaking

At the very core of mandalorian belief systems lies the implied, if not spelled out, need for the people to be open to change, and to eternally combat stagnation. This is literally a thing, and it runs as an undercurrent in all materials, from Pacifist to Extremist and everything in between.

Mandalorians, at their core, are about struggling. Embracing the struggle, in every meaning and iteration that that can be interpreted. Struggling to survive the day, struggling against the rise of an Empire, struggling against a cultural genocide. To be mandalorian is to struggle against stagnation, against a status quo that threatens life, but also fully embrace the fight in whatever manner that means.

So, the logic follows then that people with stagnation in their name already carry the stigma against them — that somehow, in their very existence, they are already the embodiment of stagnation. Something which they cannot control, and also cannot escape. (yikes, sounds familiar, doesn’t it?)

Consider further that mandalorians are often “very easily” mistaken for one another in a way that specifically reads as a homogenization, or blanket descriptor, that is used to stigmatize them. Follow, then, the train of thought that culturally speaking it’s not a good choice.

Mandalorians may know and use that “being confused for another” as a tactical advantage, but there is a very real awareness that this is not a positive stigmatization (tbh there’s no such thing as a positive stigma or stereotype, but that’s besides the point).

Arasuum in mandalorian culture

I touched on this above, but let’s get to the actual cultural understanding:

Arasuum was a deity in the ancient Mandalorian religion. Known as the sloth-god, the Mandalorians viewed Arasuum as the personification of stagnation, who tempted the ancient clans to engage in idle consumption. Opposing Arasuum was the god Kad Ha'rangir, who embodied the universal opportunity for change and growth that destruction created. Mandalorian mythology held that Arasuum and Kad Ha'rangir waged an eternal war against one another.

The Mandalorians who believed in these ancient gods waged ritual warfare as a means of worship toward Kad Ha'rangir, whose ideals they served, taking on the name Mandalorian Crusaders as a reflection of the holiness embodied by the conflict they engaged in. By fighting wars in the destroyer god’s name, the Mandalorians sought to earn Kad Ha'rangir’s favor, and defied the temptations of Arasuum.

— the wookia (sources in the actual article itself)

So, not only do we have the cultural issues that follow the meaning of stagnation, but we now also have all the complicated spiritual implications that follow a sloth-god.

It’s irrelevant if mandalorians as a whole no longer practice certain types of religions for the reason that these religions were central in the construction and influence on mandalorian culture, from the onset. Though deities and worship have been lost to time, we can still easily see the worship and veneration of The Fight, even in the pacifists (who, frankly, actively resist and fight for the way of being, and fight for their position in the known galaxy, despite being “pacifists.” regardless of one’s opinions on them, that much is true).

So to repeat myself … people with stagnation in their name already carry the stigma against them — that somehow, in their very existence, they are already the embodiment of stagnation, and now, they’ve become the actualized manifestations of what mandalorians, at their core, are meant to resist and struggle against.

Yikes, lmao.

That said, let’s move on to the next part of the construction:

why gotenir does not make sense

Gotenir, literally translated, means birth or to “give birth.”

The clones, the ones mandalorians would be most familiar with, were not born. They were decanted. This is a very serious distinction, for a number of reasons, but let’s break it down again:

literally and metaphorically speaking

Across different media, one can find different … ah, “memories,” let’s say, of clones floating in a tube. Whether that applies to their memories of development, or things that followed their decant, I have never seen such recollections as anything more than clinically neutral.

Not once, except perhaps in sarcasm or irony, have they been described as “born.” I could have missed a moment of course, but honestly … how they were created =/= live birth. Birth is also not a good metaphor for creation.

and its actual literal translation

Stillbirth.

I shouldn’t have to spell out why this is messed up when used to refer to clones and cloning.

the negative associations when tied with Arasuum

The irony of using birth for a man who was not birthed, tied with the use of a literal manifestation of the worst possible temptation tied within the belief system, leads to the conclusion that aragotenir, and aragoten, are both inherently derisive.

You really … cannot get around it.

To say that these cloned men, specifically, were birthed … cannot be more than bitter irony, or sarcasm. There’s really no way to get around those connotations, whether that was the intent or not.

And then to tie them directly to Arasuum, the Sloth God …

Look. Here’s the thing.

This word, I’m sure, was not intended to be constructed within fandom as a slur. And, I’m sure, that there are mandalorians out there (particularly Death Watch, but others too) who do not view clones as fully human. The other day, I got involved in a disagreement in which the core argument was that clones are subhuman, and this was a purely out of universe discussion.

Within the source material, there are countless instances and events recorded of the common citizen deriding the clone army and expressing that they don’t recognize their humanity. Dehumanization in-context and out-of-context is a very real thing associated with the clones of The Clone Wars within Star Wars universe, across Legends, EU, and Canon.

As I said in the TL;DR, I cannot condone the use of this word. It does not matter that this is fiction — the clones are a huge body of non-white men, and further dehumanization is unacceptable. Fandom already has difficulty seeing them as people, separate from each other, different from each other. Fandom doesn’t even understand that no two clones are exactly the same (please for the love of the stars won’t people google cloning myths already).

We don’t need another way to deride them, as the word clone has already become, has already been used, for that specific purpose.

Also, we do have another word that just as easily, poetically, and inoffensively, works for clone. But that comes in a separate post, for two reasons: the first being that this one is already too long, and the second being that I want to really get into the why and the how of that word without the weight of this one.

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