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Song of the Sea: Chapter 29: Teach Me How to Fight, I'll Show You How to Win

Chapter Warning: Child endangerment, giant spiders, questionable dietary habits, a possibly poor understanding of the Force on the writer's part Series Warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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Vanguard Axis was a droid controlled space station best known for its illegal smuggling operations. It had been setting off Shiani’s inner alarms since before the Batch had docked, though she couldn’t put her finger on why.

“This place is a smuggler’s paradise. Stay alert.” Hunter said firmly. “Echo, you stay with the girls on board while we make the drop, and guard the ship.”

Echo nodded, looking at Omega and Shiani. The siren was fidgeting, hanging upside down from the ceiling. Omega stayed by the ramp, saluting with absolutely adorable intensity at her assignment. “We got it.”

Once the others were gone, Omega looked at Echo. “This place gives me the creeps.”

He nodded. “Me too. I’m going to start the checklist so we can go as soon as they get back. I’m in no hurry to get stuck here… maybe keep your eye on Shiani. She looks as anxious as you do.”

When the corporal vanished into the cockpit, Omega went over to her favorite siren. “Shiani?”

“Yes, Baby Mega?” Shiani looked up from where her fingers were working rapidly on a small chain-code generator Tech had made. He’d left her specs to upgrade it, since selling forged chain codes had turned out to be very profitable.

“You okay? Echo said you look nervous.”

Shiani scrunched her face. “This station is uncomfortable. Like being too hot and too cold at the same time.” She flipped rightside up and rubbed the back of her neck. “Feels like it’s squishing right here, makes my eyes feel like they’re gonna pop out.”

Omega patted her hands. “Me too.”

Both of them froze when they heard a faint roaring sound. Shiani set her little project on the work table and stood upright. “What was that?”

“I dunno. Sounds like the recordings of wookiees Tech had us watch for lessons.” Omega reached for her bow.

“Wookiees were friends of the Republic. We should check.” Shiani nodded. “This station is a bad place, someone could be in trouble.”

Omega nodded, grateful Shiani was always willing to get in trouble with her instead of advising her against it like her brothers did. She loved that they wanted to keep her safe, but sometimes she needed a partner in crime. They slipped off the ramp without further ado, heading deeper into the station where the cry had come from. When they turned a corner, they found a duo of droids with electrostaffs laying into a young reddish-colored wookiee who was trying to cover his head to protect himself.

“Hey! Leave him alone!” Omega shouted, horrified.

“Do not interfere with Vanguard Axis business.” One droid said, raising its staff to hit the young one again. Omega drew her bow and shot the staff out of its hand, Shiani’s blaster rising at the same time and shooting it in the head. The distraction let the wookiee grab the staff from the second one and smash the droid to scrap. As soon as it stopped moving, he gave a quick little bow.

Shiani poked Omega gently. “Quick, hide. More droid are coming.”

The three of them tucked themselves behind a group of crates and the wookiee started digging through them hurriedly. “What are you doing?” Omega blinked.

He made a quiet roaring noise, still shuffling through the box. He was startled when another voice addressed Omega. “I could ask you two the same question.” Shiani and Omega both poked their heads around the crates.

“Echo.” Omega sighed with relief.

“We rescued a baby wookiee.” Shiani explained. “Droids were hurting him.”

The young wookiee peeked around Shiani at Echo and immediately got hostile, snarling at the older clone. Echo held his hand and scomp up. “Easy, kid. Easy. I’m with them.”

Omega nodded. “He’s my brother, you’re safe.”

Shiani looked at the wookiee thoughtfully. “You’re very afraid, baby wookiee. It’s okay, I’ll protect you too. Promise.”

His paw wrapped around her hand, nodding as more droids came around the corner and Echo got behind the crates with them. Shiani half-closed her eyes, listening to the bolt of fear that snaked around her from him, and squeezed his paw gently. While Omega watched in fascination, the siren and wookiee seemed to be having a silent conversation in glances and nods.

“The others will have heard the blaster fire.” Echo muttered. “They’ll come looking.”

Shiani nodded, pushing Omega’s head down as the droids crowded them. Her eyes locked on the belt of one of them, pointing him out to the wookiee. He nodded, growling softly as the rest of the Batch came in the opposite door.

“I suggest you take your team and leave.” The lead droid said, flat affect but with an unmistakable threat implied.

“No! They’ll hurt him, Hunter.” Omega yelled, head popping up into the sergeant’s sight line. “They were hurting him when we found him.”

“The wookiee is worth more to our buyer alive.” The droid’s head swiveled back towards the boy, who scrunched down nervously next to Shiani. Her hand moved to his back and she bared her fangs in a hiss, instantly protective.

“People aren’t cargo.” She snarled, skin populating with blue rings.

“On the contrary, anything can be smuggled for sufficient credits.”

She brought her blaster up faster than Tech remembered teaching her, slamming three shots into the droid’s chest and another in the head. The silver cylinder she’d been eying, tucked into the droid’s belt, came flying off and into the young wookiee’s paw. She pushed him forward, pushing him and Omega together. “To the ship. Go!”

Omega grabbed the other child by the paw and took off, the batch moving to flank them and run for the Marauder as the cylinder ignited into a column of green light that deflected blaster shots. The clones all did a double take but kept running, bailing into the ship and taking off before the droids of the station could close the hangar doors on them or mobilize fighters to pursue.

The young wookiee moved to a corner and curled into a furry ball, watching the clones suspiciously. Omega looked curiously as Shiani crouched beside him, holding out her hand for him to touch. “Is he okay?” She whispered to Hunter.

“He’s a Jedi, if that laser sword is anything to go by. He must have been through a lot, and he’s probably scared.” Hunter explained. The wookiee was just a kid, after all, and every day since Order 66 he had probably been hunted and running for his life. Hunter had been on the receiving end of a scared Jedi kid once, when Crosshair had been trying to kill General Billaba’s padawan on Kaller. He always felt guilty he couldn’t do more than let the kid run and lie that he was already dead… but if he’d tried to rescue the boy, Crosshair would have finished him off.

Shiani sang a few notes to the wookiee child before smiling. “Don’t be afraid. These clones don’t work for the Empire. They don’t hurt babies.” She gestured to Omega. “See?”

He nodded nervously, glancing at Omega as she brought him a tray of rations. “Are you hungry? Here.” She smiled kindly, and he decided to trust her after a moment and quickly shoved the food in his mouth.

Shiani scooted over so she was sitting beside him, and Omega climbed into her lap. “I don’t speak wookiee, you have to tell me in the Song what happened.” The siren cooed. “Why were you on that station, Gungi?”

The young one poured out his story in rapid Shyriiwook, Omega listening intently while Shiani listened beyond the roars and growls. The men listened as well, though it had been a while since any of them had spoken the language. Still, it was a sad but predictable story. Gungi had survived the massacre of the Jedi, and had hoped to try to make it back to his birth planet of Kashyyyk when he’d been captured by the smugglers and held on the station. He was terrified, alone, and distrustful of clones after seeing so many Jedi killed by their hands.

Shiani smoothed his fluffy head gently and looked at Hunter. “Can we take him home?”

Hunter smiled faintly, that glaring soft spot he had for children widening to include someone other than Omega. “I don’t see why not.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve been to Kashyyyk.” Wrecker beamed.

“The Empire could have set up outposts by now. It’s not safe.” Echo frowned.

“He’s a Jedi. Nowhere is safe.” Hunter shook his head. “But this is the best thing we can do for him. It gives him a fighting chance if he’s back with his people.”

Tech glanced over at Shiani, who had laid her head on top of Gungi’s and was humming to him as he and Omega snuggled with her. She looked peaceful among the young ones, but the irony of the situation was not lost on the man that loved her. A queen with no people of her own, escorting possibly one of the last survivors of a genocide back to his birthplace, with the help of clones who’s own brothers had carried out that very slaughter. It was a lot to take in, but he knew she’d only tell him it was the right thing to do.

Who was he to tell his queen no?

“The village is in the sector.” Hunter had his holomap up as Tech brought them into sight of Kashyyyk. Even from her seat on the floor further back, Shiani could see how beautifully green and lush the planet looked from orbit. She wondered if there would be time to explore it, even just for a little while. So often their missions were hurried, and the worlds she’d dreamed of seeing when she was stuck on Kamino passed by in a blur of necessity. She tried not to complain about it, but she wanted so badly to be able to extend her hands and touch some part of this green planet. There were things she’d never seen here, and just once she wanted to know how it felt to climb a tree or pick flowers. There was never time in the race for survival for little things like living.

“I’m picking up heavy smoke and deforestation in that area.” Echo cut into her thoughts, his brow furrowed around his implants. “Be careful of Imperial outposts.”

Tech nodded. “I will proceed with caution, I assure you.” He moved to the landing zone as Shiani got up from her impromptu cuddle puddle with the kids. She stepped up to his side, watching his descent carefully. “Everything alright, cyar’ika?”

“Just watching. I need to pay more attention about flying.” She smiled fondly. “It’s almost time for you to teach Baby Mega to fly, so I should make sure I know what I’m talking about. She always has questions.”

Tech smiled fondly. “Fair enough.”

Hunter lightly patted Gungi on the shoulder as he came to watch the landing as well. “Hide that laser sword, kid. It might draw attention.”

It was a reasonable request and the kid nodded, tucking it away and letting out a polite little roar at Shiani, who smiled fondly. “No, I don’t have one. Not a Jedi.”

Gungi looked a little confused at that, but patted her arm as the ship touched down.

When they stepped out, both Omega and Shiani were wide eyed at the massive trees and rugged beauty of the planet around them. “It’s amazing here.” Omega whispered. “I see why you wanted to come home.”

Gungi nodded, waving his paws. Shiani smiled brightly. “Just as pretty as your dreams?”

“Dreams?” Omega frowned. “What do you mean, dreams?”

Tech listened to Gungi’s explanation and nodded. “He was brought to the temple very young. He has no recollection of his life here, but he remembers through his dreams. A sort of vision, if you will.”

“Tidedreamer.” Shiani said confidently. “A better one than most, too.”

Omega slipped her hand around one of Shiani’s tentacles as they followed Tech towards the village the Batch knew. “How come you know what he’s saying when you said you don’t speak his language?”

Shiani patted her hair. “Did some research about Jedi after Skara Nal. The powers they have come from something called the Force. It’s all around the galaxy, and holds it together. Everyone is a part of it, not everyone can interact with it.” Shiani explained. “You have to be… sensitive, to feel it and make it do things. The more about Force I read, the more it sounds like what my people call the Song. Their light and dark sides are my Melody and Harmony. The difference is all sirens can feel it. We use it to sing and scream, to find love, or sense danger. I can’t understand his words, but I feel his hearts.”

“So you’re like a Jedi?” Omega peeped.

“No. Jedi think entirely differently about it than sirens do. Nothing wrong with that.” Shiani chuckled. “I feel the Song all over this planet, though. Trees are so old, so alive here… no trees underwater on Kamino, and young ones aren’t strong enough to sing like these. Sirens perception, on a flooded planet like Kamino, might be diminished.”

“How’s it different?” Omega frowned, scooting closer. Gungi did too, looking at her curiously.

“Jedi thinking is… linear.” Shiani said politely. “In everything I read, there’s a lot of talk about Light side and Dark side. Jedi and Sith. Sirens don’t have those things. All Song is Song. There is Melody and Harmony, but neither is better or worse than the other. No… morality to it. It all just is, like day and night are.” She explained. “Not saying Jedi are wrong or right. Just different. For sirens, it’s as much a part of us as our voices. Scream and song.”

Omega nodded, brow furrowed as she tried to understand. Gungi patted Shiani’s arm again, pleased with the respectful way she’d tried to approach the differences. They stopped just short of walking into Hunter’s back, the clones looking up at a series of thick webs in the trees. “Spiders?” Omega frowned.

“Too big to be spiders.” Shiani blinked. “Much too big to eat.”

“Probably kinraths.” Hunter waved Omega closer to keep an eye on her. She was small enough to be a kinrath snack, and not carrying a lightsaber.

Wrecker pulled his large knife and started cutting them a path through the webbing, everyone falling into line behind him. Shiani nudged Tech lightly as she felt something circling above them. “Kinraths watching. Six of them.”

He looked up, spotting the massive arachnids coming down on silk threads with their mandibles clicking. Shiani wrapped herself around his arm before he could draw his blaster, while Gungi held his paws up and roared for the clones to keep their weapons holstered. “He says they will not attack if we do not provoke them.” Tech translated, glancing at his wife. She was looking up at the creatures curiously, humming to herself. Five of the kinraths seemed to accept Gungi’s truce through the Force, though one scuttled over and patted at Shiani’s head with its front legs for a moment. She cooed a note at it, and it retreated after its kin without further fanfare. “What was that, cyar’ika?” He asked

“Just wanted to see. It thinks I’m funny looking.” Shiani chuckled.

Tech sighed, putting an arm around her. “The mountain ridge is this way. According to my telemetry, the village is close by.”

Echo looked uncomfortable. “You mean where all the smoke is coming from?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Tech sighed. “This does not bode well for what we will find.”

Gungi jogged ahead to where Tech had pointed, cresting the hill a moment before the clones and siren. When they got to him, he’d dropped to his knees. The village the Batch had been familiar with was razed to the ground, leaving behind only smoldering ashes and what remained of a few huts. Hunter sighed, crouching to examine the dirt. “Tanks came through here. This was deliberate.”

Shiani winced at the memory of Tipoca City, belching smoke into the Kaminoan sky before collapsing under the waves. “The Empire did this.”

Omega put a hand on Gungi’s shoulder and he turned to look at her with a hopeless expression. “The Empire destroyed our home too. We’ll help you find your people, I promise.”

The rest of the Batch nodded, unable to deny her endless kindness. They helped Gungi to his feet and walked towards the village, searching for any sign of survivors and where they might have gone. Shiani found herself face to face with a set of carved stones, fingers outstretched and brushing the engravings. There was something sacred and beautiful about the monument that reminded her of the Temple beneath the waves and how she’d always pray there for a route to the stars…

“Tanks.” Hunter hissed, and the Batch plus Gungi ducked into the undergrowth. Shiani simply turned around, facing the repurposed Separatist Incinerator tanks coming towards her. They were operated by a gang of trandoshans, dragging a cuffed wookiee prisoner.

Tech’s stomach dropped when he realized his wife wasn’t hiding, just staring at the approaching enemy with her eyes narrowed. She had armor, but she wasn’t fireproof. He couldn’t get to her fast enough, and she’d already been spotted.

“What the hell are you?” One of the trandoshans, the leader, asked as the tank stopped a few feet from Shiani’s boots.

“You go away now. Leave Kashyyyk.” She ignored his question, arms outstretched to protect the monument behind her. “Let the wookiee go and leave.”

“You’re a gutsy little thing. But I’ve got orders to destroy the carved stones, and I’ll roast you too if you don’t move. If you do, you’ll probably fetch a decent price.” He reached for a blaster, flicking it to stun and leveling it at the siren. “Whatever the hell you are will make a nice chase, at the very least.”

When Shiani jumped, so did Gungi. He went straight for the driver of one tank, Shiani running for the captive. She tore the binding around his wrists with her teeth, handed him her blaster, and slid under the nearest tank with a wrench from her gear bag in her hand faster than anyone had seen her pull it out. Gungi put his saber through one tank’s repulsarlift, and the fuel pump came flying out from under the other with Shiani right behind it.

Tech caught her by the hand and helped her up, the last of the trandoshans scattered or dead. “Are you alright?”

She nodded, putting her wrench back in her bag. “I couldn’t let them break the holy place.”

Before Tech could either complain she’d scared him half to death or praise her bravery, a pair of furry arms wrapped around her and she was dangling off the ground in a fierce wookiee hug. The freed hostage was roaring in her ear, thanking her.

She smiled and patted his arm. “Hello. Let’s put out the fire, then make friends?”

He nodded and set her down, the group scrabbling for makeshift shovels to put out the lingering flames before the forest could catch. Just as they finished up, three more wookiees on brightly colored mylylas arrived. The former hostage explained what they’d done, and they were waved to follow.

“Where are they taking us?” Echo whispered.

“Their village.” Tech translated. “They want us to speak with their leader.”

The wookiee village was built into the living trees, a part of nature without harming any of the surrounding life. It was a series of treehouses, and the clones were invited to climb up by the warriors who’d escorted them. An elderly female was waiting for them, and looked delighted to see Gungi the minute he appeared. The wookiee they’d rescued ran to her, explaining and pointing at them until she waved them over.

“She says her name is Yanna, and she is their chieftain. She wants to know why we helped her people, and if we are soldiers of the Empire.” Tech explained.

Hunter shook his head and took his helmet off. “No ma’am. We were a part of the Republic, but not the Empire.”

“We helped because it was right.” Shiani peeped, bowing her head and giving her siren salute. “We brought Gungi home because it was right. We don’t know what village he’s from, but he wanted to come home.”

Yanna nodded and waved the young one to come to her, putting her hands on his shoulders to take a long look. Then she waved for the group to come inside and the other wookiees happily offered them food and drink to share while making friends. Shiani was a curiosity for the littlest ones, and let them play with her tentacles and examine her claws while she sat on the floor. She and Wrecker both were delighted to try wookiee food as well, while Echo tried to politely as possible decline the drink he was offered. Gungi and Omega seemed to have made fast friends and were sitting together and giggling as the rest of the group tried to socialize.

Shiani was surprised when Yanna waved her over, getting up from the pile of furry babies to sit at the older Wookiee’s knee. They looked at each other, Yanna speaking and Shiani singing back in little chirps and coos until they had come to an understanding. Then she got up and bowed her head before scuttling back to the Batch. “The Empire is destroying Kashyyyk. They sent the trandoshans to strip resources and enslave people. Many villagers fled into deep parts of the forest, but the Empire keeps coming.” She murmured, slipping her hand into Tech’s. “Scouts already say a convoy is coming. Wookiees need help.”

“They’ve been our allies for years.” Echo nodded. “We should give them any aid we can.”

Hunter nodded, eyes drifting over to Omega and Gungi again. “Taking out that convoy might be the only way to protect the kid.”

Shiani smiled. “The want us to come out and pray to the tree.”

“The tree?” Tech raised an eyebrow.

“Yanna says Kashyyyk belongs to the Wroshyr trees. Trees are alive, I can feel it. If Wookiee’s are our allies, the trees are theirs. Making friends with all allies is a tactical decision.” She beamed, getting up and waving them to follow her as a group of wookiees went outside. Omega joined them, next to Gungi, and put her hand on the bark beside his paw. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but it felt right. Shiani knelt too, closing her eyes. The clones watched, Tech the most curious, as the group prayed together.

When Gungi looked up, he roared happily back at them and Shiani made a high, joyful note that echoed over the forest. “Did you talk to the tree?” Omega asked.

“Yes. Trees sing to us, and they have a plan.”

The forest was dark as the group waited, watching the Imperial convoy marching on the village. There were clones with the trandoshans, and it was a heartbreaking reality for Shiani that some of these men would die. Men with chips in their heads, who had no choice and no one to come find them when they needed help. She had to swallow that bitter truth, hanging high in a tree and waiting.

At Yanna’s signal, the Batch rolled detonators under the tanks. She watched the lead trandoshan, one she’d heard called Venomor, giving orders. His heart was beyond selfish, it was vicious, and he was telling someone that in exchange for capturing Gungi alive he’d give a hundred Wookiee pelts. A hundred lives he’d be willing to snuff out for a chance to torment a child… Shiani had never been a mother and wasn’t even sure if it was something she’d ever want, but she felt a visceral need to protect Gungi has much as she did Omega. Every child needed someone to protect them, and those two had been given one sharp-fanged siren with everything reason to aim for Venamor’s throat.

When the detonator went off, the tank listed over and he ordered his men to press on, giving chase to the Wookiees on their mylaylas. Other Wookiees, and Wrecker who’d been adopted into the warband, were pounding on trees and luring the Imperials the way they wanted. The way the trees wanted, towards the kinrath nests deeper in the woods.

When Gungi dropped onto a tank and cut the barrel of its main weapon off with his saber, Venomor spotted him. Gungi took off, luring the vicious commander into the forest. Venomor had a flamethrower, and set one of his own men ablaze in his haste to go after the Jedi child. Before Shinani could drop in and tear his throat out, both Omega and Gungi ran off together into the darkness with the monster on their heels.

Shiani swore softly and followed from the tree tops, chasing after the licking flames until she was in the middle of a kinrath nest and her little charges were getting further away. The giant arachnids clicked and chittered at her, so she held her hands out the way Gungi had, and tried to make herself understood.

The little ones are in danger. Help me help them. Help me help Kashyyyk.

The kinraths dipped and patted at her with their front legs before getting behind her, expectant sets of eight eyes waiting for her to lead the way. She nodded, taking the forward position and finding a ring of flame with Omega and Gungi trapped and Venomor circling. Shiani whistled sharply as Gungi took a leap, slicing the flamethrower’s nozzle and rendering it useless. Then he jumped back, extinguishing the blade. Shiani dropped down, wrapping her tentacles around both children, and shot back up into the trees as the kinraths descended, wrapping Venomor in silk and dragging him upwards into the foliage. She turned their faces inwards, to her chest. “Don’t look.” She said softly. “Will only upset you.”

Omega clung to her and looked at Gungi, who made a faint roaring noise to cover the crackling static sound of the kinrath legs until it stopped. When all was quiet, Shiani plopped the three of them on the ground. “The fire.” Omega tugged at her arm and pointed. The raging flames were licking up the trees, heading for the thick foliage that would go up like tallow.

“Cover your ears.” Shiani nodded and pushed the young ones behind her.

Both Gungi and Omega slammed hands over their ears as the siren screamed, turning in a circle and letting the force of the blast put the creeping flames back out. When the Batch followed the shriek and found them, they were stomping out the little bits the scream had missed.

“Shiani!” Tech called, and she turned around with a grin. “Are you all alright?”

“We're okay. Venomor, not so much.” She giggled.

“What happened to him?” Hunter frowned.

“Remember what I wanted to do with the irling? Well… kinraths don’t have Tech telling them no!” She pointed up, where the trandoshan had vanished into the silken canopy.

“Is it bad that I’m hungry now?” Wrecker asked.

“You are always hungry.” Tech sighed, but pulled Shiani’s hands into his. “You did very well, cyar’ika.”

She leaned up and put her forehead against his, beaming.

Shiani sat on the porch of the Wookiee tree house, watching the morning winds clear the smoke from burning trees away. Yanna had given her a drink and behind her she could hear Wrecker and Echo sharing drinks with the Wookiee warriors. She kicked her feet, admiring the view despite the evidence of last night’s battle.

She’d wanted to see Kashyyyk up close, and she’d gotten to.

“You seem to be in a thoughtful mood.” Tech said mildly, sitting down beside her. “How are you feeling this morning? You inhaled quite a bit of smoke.”

“Coughed some. I’m okay.” She smiled, looking at him. “It’s pretty here.”

“It is.” He nodded. “Wroshyr trees are picturesque, I believe… I had hoped to bring you to worlds like this when the war was over.”

“War never really ends, does it?” She leaned her head on his arm. “Doesn’t mean there’s no time for good things. Look at the babies down by the roots. Baby Gungi is teaching Baby Mega to meditate. He’s finally home with his people, and they protect him like we protect her.”

Tech considered her face. “I was concerned about the toll bringing Gungi back to his people would take on you. Are you sure you are alright?”

She lifted her head again and looked at him, cocked to the side. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Gungi was able to return to the people he had been estranged from. He missed them, despite having few memories of living here among them. You, however, grew up among your people. You cannot return to them… I was concerned it may be bittersweet for you.”

She nodded. “Maybe a little. Sometimes I think about home… the temples and the singing. The good parts I miss. But Kamino isn’t home anymore. It wouldn’t be home even if I had stayed and been queen. Home is where family is. My family is the Bad Batch, and my home is the Marauder. That’s all I need.”

He put an arm around her. “Even if you would be a queen and out of exile?”

She snorted. “What’s the point of being queen if your kingdom would drown the king? I’d rather be on the run forever with you than on the throne without you.”

Tech smiled. “I am relieved to hear you say that… I cannot imagine my life the way it was before you any longer.”

Shiani turned her head and kissed him softly, cuddling into his chest. “Melody and Harmony made me just for you.” She whispered.

“You were born before I was, so I believe if there was divine intervention then I would have been made for you.” He chuckled. “I would be more skeptical of such things, if I had not seen a plan concocted by trees come to fruition last night.”

She giggled, holding her hands out in front of her. “Trees of Kashyyyk will remember our names forever now. Shiani and Tech Illumai. Queen that never wanted a crown, and a king who can’t ever see the palace.”

“Those are terrible and excessively long titles…” He began, then paused. “Do I… have a surname now?”

Shiani nodded. “I earned my name back when I beat Kashae. As my mate, you get it too. Tech Illumai.”

Tech smiled faintly, listening to her sweet voice on the syllables. Names were so important to clones, after a rushed childhood of only numbers. CT-9902 would never sound as real or as personal as this name, spoken by the woman who had turned his entire life upside down in the best possible way.

“I think I like it. Tech Illumai.”

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars #fanfic #tbb tech #song of the sea

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sayitaliano · 7 years

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Abbreviazioni

An abbreviation is made when you need to reduce the lenght of words while writing, in order to save space and time. It’s also quite common to find them in dictionaries or some grammar books (I’ll add a list of some examples at the end of this post, under the keep reading link). There are 3 ways in which you can do that:

1) contrazione (contraction): in a word, you omit syllables/letters that are in the middle (where you put the dot): f.lli = fratelli (brothers) dott.ssa = dottoressa (woman doctor) gent.mo = gentilissimo (dear/very kind)

When a contraction results in a 2/3 letters long word, the dot moves at the end of them (to show it is an abbreviation), or it is just omitted: dr. / dr = dottor (man doctor) cfr. / cfr = confronta (confer, cf., see)

2) compendio (summary/compendium): using one or more letters of the beginning of a word: dott. = dottor (man doctor) ing. = ingegnere (engineer) ecc. (etc.) = eccetera (and so on, etcetera)

3) sequenza consonantica (consonantal sequence): using the starting consonant and a few othrs contained in the word: sg. = seguente (following, singular) sgg. = seguenti (following, plural) (generally a double g in an abbreviation means the plural of that word: another example is the abbreviation for “day/days”: g. = giorno, gg. = giorni)

ONLINE Ofc, abbreviations are pretty common nowadays, especially online: almost everyone use them while chatting, sending text messages, on forums or generally on social networks and so on. I think I already mentioned some in an old post, but here you have some again: nn = non (not) qst = questo/a/e/i (this/these) cmq = comunque (btw) cn = con (with) Pretty common are the use of x to mean per (for - taken from math’s multiplication), and the use of “k” for the letters “ch”, as in “ke = che” (that). some use them together: “xk / xké = perché” (because). Some alphabet’s letter are used instead of equivalent (equally pronunced) pronouns or prepositions: c = ci (us), v = vi (to you, plural), t = ti (to you, singular), d = di (of)...

For example: T piace qst tel? = Ti piace questo telefono? (Do you like this phone?) Xk nn vieni cn me? = Perché non vieni con me? (Why don’t you come with me?) Siam and al mare cn mio cugi = Siamo andati al mare con mio cugino (We went to the sea with my cousin) K n dici? = Che ne dici? (What do you think?) Cm va? = Come va? (How are you?) Plus, some people simply omit the end of most words, and tbh some people just abbreviate words randomly, and trust me, it gets really tough to understand what they mean sometimes. Btw, these are all considered quite common and “normal”, therefore there’s no use of dots or whatsoever. And if you don’t understand, you just have to ask for explanations!

Some official Italian grammar abbreviations that you can find on books and dictionaries are: abbr. = abbreviato, abbreviazione (abbreviated/abbreviation)

abl. = ablativo (ablative)

a.C. = avanti Cristo (B.C.)

acc. = accusativo (accusative)

accr. = accrescitivo (augmentative)

accorc. = accorciativo (shortening)

aeron. = aeronautica (aeronautics/aviation)

agg. = aggettivo, aggettivale, aggettivato (adjective)

agric. = agricoltura (agriculture)

alter. = alterato (modified)

amer. = americano (American)

anat. = anatomia (anatomy)

ant. = antico (ancient)

anton. = antonomasia (antonomasia)

antrop. = antropologia (anthropology)

arald. = araldica (heraldry)

archit. = architettura (architecture)

archeol. = archeologia (archaeology)

art. = articolo, articolato (article)

assol. = assoluto, assolutamente (independent, absolute)

astrol. = astrologia (astrology)

astron. = astronomia (astronomy)

at. = atomico (atomic)

attrav. = attraverso (across, through)

aus. = ausiliare (auxiliary)

autom. = automobilismo (motoring)

av. = avanti, prima di (before)

avv. = avverbio, avverbiale, avverbialmente (adverb)

biol. = biologia (biology)

biz. = bizantino (byzantine)

bot. = botanica (botany)

burocr. = burocratico (bureaucratic)

ca. = circa (circa, around)

card. = cardinale (cardinal)

celt. = celtico (celtic)

centr. = centrale (central, middle)

cfr. = confronta (confer, compare)

chim. = chimica (chemistry)

chir. = chirurgia (surgery)

colloq. = colloquiale (colloquial)

comm. = commercio (commercial)

comp. = composto (compound)

compar. = comparativo (comparative)

compl. = complemento (complement)

condiz. = condizionale (conditional)

cong. = congiunzione, congiuntivo (agg.) - (conjuction)

congtv. = congiuntivo (modo) - (subjunctive mood)

coniug. = coniugazione, coniugato (conjugation / conjugated)

contr. = contrario (opposite, contrary)

correl. = correlativo, correlazione (correlation)

deriv. = derivato, derivazione (derivative)

determ. = determinativo (determining / definite)

dial. = dialettale, dialettalismo (dialectal)

difett. = difettivo (defective)

dim. = diminutivo (diminutive)

dimostr. = dimostrativo (demonstrative)

dir. = diritto (law)

disus. = disusato (disuse)

ebr. = ebraico (Hebrew)

ecc. = eccetera (etcetera)

eccl. = ecclesiastico (clerical)

econ. = economia (economy)

edil. = edilizia (construction/building)

edit. = editoria (publishing)

elettr. = elettricità, elettrotecnica (electricity)

elettron. = elettronica (electronics)

ellitt. = ellittico, ellitticamente

elvet. = elvetismo (swiss)

enfat. = enfatico (emphatic)

enol. = enologia (enology)

es. = esempio (example)

escl. = esclamativo, esclamazione (exclamation)

est. = estensione, estensivo, estensivamente (extensive, wide)

etim. = etimologia, etimologico, etimologicamente (etymology)

eufem. = eufemismo, eufemistico (euphemism)

evit. = evitare, evitato (avoid)

f. = femminile (feminine)

fam. = familiare (domestic)

farm. = farmacia, farmacologia (pharmacology)

ferr. = ferrovie (rail system)

fig. = figurato (figurative, metaphorical)

filos. = filosofia (philosophy)

fis. = fisica (physics)

fisiol. = fisiologia (physiology)

fotogr. = fotografia (photography)

fr. = francese (french)

fut. = futuro (future tense)

(gen. = genere --- gender)

gener. = generale, generalmente; generico, genericamente (general / generally)

genit. = genitivo (genitive)

geofis. = geofisica (geophysics)

geogr. = geografia (geography)

geol. = geologia (geology)

gerund. = gerundio (gerund)

gerg. = gergale (slang)

germ. = germanico (germanic)

giapp. = giapponese (japanese)

got. = gotico (gothic)

gr. = greco (greek)

gramm. = grammatica, grammaticale (grammar / grammatical)

idraul. = idraulica (hydraulics)

ill. = illustrazione (illustration)

imperat. = imperativo (imperative)

imperf. = imperfetto (imperfect)

impers. = impersonale (impersonal)

impropr. = improprio, impropriamente

indef. = indefinito (undetermined/undefined)

indet. = indeterminativo (indefinite)

indeur. = indoeuropeo (indo-european)

indic. = indicativo (indicative)

inf. = infinito (infinite)

infant. = infantile (childish/chilhood)

inform. = informatica (IT)

ing. = ingegneria (engineering)

ingl. = inglese (english)

intens. = intensivo (intensive)

inter. = interiezione, interiettivo (interjection)

interr. = interrogativo (interrogative)

intr. = intransitivo (intransitive)

inv. = invariabile (invariable)

iperb. = iperbole, iperbolico (hyperbole)

iron. = ironico, ironicamente (ironic/ironically)

it. = italiano (italian)

iter. = iterativo, iterativamente (iterative, repetitive)

lat. = latino (latin)

lett. = letterario, letterariamente (literary)

letter. = letteratura (literature)

ling. = linguistica (linguistics)

loc. = locuzione (locution)

lomb. = lombardo (lombard - lombardy idiom)

longob. = longobardo (longobard - longobard idiom)

m. = maschile (mascuiline)

maiusc. = maiuscolo, maiuscola (capital letter)

mar. = marina (navy)

mat. = matematica (math)

mecc. = meccanica (mechanics)

med. = medicina (medicine)

mediev. = medievale (medieval, archaic)

mediterr. = mediterraneo (mediterranean)

merid. = meridionale (southern)

metall. = metallurgia (metallurgy)

meteor. = meteorologia (meteorology)

milan. = milanese (milanese - milan idiom)

milit. = militare (scienza e tecnica)

miner. = mineralogia (mineralogy)

mus. = musica (music)

n. = nome (noun/name)

napol. = napoletano (neapolitan idiom)

neg. = negazione, negativo, negativamente (negative)

nom. = nominativo (nominative case)

nt. = neutro (neutral)

num. = numerale (numeral)

numism. = numismatica (numismatics)

onomat. = onomatopea, onomatopeico (onomatopoeia)

ord. = ordinale (ordinal)

org. az. = organizzazione aziendale (company structure)

orient. = orientale (asian)

orig. = origine, originariamente (originally)

parl. = parlato (speech)

part. = participio (participle)

pass. = passato (past)

pegg. = peggiorativo (pejorative)

pers. = persona, personale (person)

pl. = plurale (plural)

pleonast. = pleonastico (pleonastic)

poet. = poetico (poetic)

polit. = politica (politics)

pop. = popolare, popolarmente (of the people/crowd/working class, popular)

portog. = portoghese (portoguese)

poss. = possessivo (possessive)

pref. = prefisso (prefix)

preindeur. = preindeuropeo (pre indo-european)

prep. = preposizione, prepositivo (preposition)

pres. = presente (present)

prob. = probabile, probabilmente (probably)

pron. = pronome, pronominale (pronoun)

prop. = proposizione (proposition)

propr. = propriamente (proper)

prov. = proverbio, proverbi (saying, proverb)

provenz. = provenzale (occitan)

psicoan. = psicoanalisi (psychoanalysis)

psicol. = psicologia (psychology)

qlco. = qualcosa (something)

qlcu. = qualcuno (somebody)

rafforz. = rafforzativo (intensifier)

ragion. = ragioneria (accounting)

recipr. = reciproco (reciprocal)

region. = regionale (regional)

rel. = relativo (relative)

relig. = religione (religion)

rem. = remoto (remote)

rifl. = riflessivo (reflexive)

roman. = romano, romanesco (roman - rome idiom)

s. = sostantivo (noun)

scherz. = scherzoso, scherzosamente (joke)

scient. = scientifico (scientific)

sec. = secolo (century)

secc. = secoli (centuries)

seg. = seguente (following)

sett. = settentrionale (northern)

sicil. = siciliano (sicilian)

sign. = significato (meaning)

sim. = simile, simili (similar)

simb. = simbolo (symbol)

sin. = sinonimo (synonym)

sing. = singolare (singular)

sociol. = sociologia (sociology)

sost. = sostantivo, sostantivale (noun)

sottratt. = sottrattivo (subtract)

sovrapp. = sovrapposizione (overlap)

sp. = spagnolo (spanish)

spec. = specialmente (specially)

spreg. = spregiativo (insulting, disdainful)

stat. = statistica (statistics)

stor. = storia (history)

suff. = suffisso (suffix)

superl. = superlativo (superlative)

tecnol. = tecnologia (technology)

ted. = tedesco (german)

tel. = telefonia (telephony)

temp. = temporale (of time, temporal)

tess. = tessile (tecnica) -- (textile)

tipogr. = tipografia (typography)

tosc. = toscano (tuscany - tuscany idiom)

tr. = transitivo (transitive)

trad. = traduzione (translation)

tv = televisione (television)

v. = verbo (verb)

V. = vedi (see)

var. = variante (variation)

vc. = voce (term, item)

ven. = veneto (veneto idiom)

venez. = veneziano (venetian - venice idiom)

verb. = verbale (verbal, oral)

veter. = veterinaria (veterinary medicine)

vezz. = vezzeggiativo (nickname, endearment)

volg. = volgare (common, vulgar)

zool. = zoologia (zoology)

zootec. = zootecnia (zootechnics)

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