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anxiouspineapple99 · 7 months

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A Displaced Beast

Binx (oc) x Jedi!Reader

Warnings: Prompt is highlighted in red, reader is a relic collector jedi, Binx and his squad are all OCs, the beast is based off the Displacer Beast from Dungeons and Dragons, affectionate and teasing use of "Dinii" (lunatic), use of "Dinui" (gift) as a pseudo-nickname. Also it turned out long and I don't know if it should've been parts but here we are.

"Just be careful" your companion urged from behind you, busy watching your six "There's been so much creepy shit in here."

"This should be the room to find our target Binx," you mused looking at the etched letters and trying to make sense of them "I'm glad we didn't take your brothers with us"

"Yea, me too"

The other three commandos of Hallow Squad were outside, two at the temple enterance and one in the ship. They normally went all together but you had spent an entire hour convincing them out of it. You'd been in many of these disorienting buildings and knew the dangers. And you would be devastated if something happened to your team, especially Binx...but he refused to let you go alone - even when you pulled rank

"Alright, I think I've figured it out..." you mumbled.

Reaching your hands out, your fingers dug into the stone grooves. You tugged at the carving until the lines made the shape of feline eyes, then you grasped the next part and tugged at it until the mouth was easily recognizable. Just one more piece, but it was far too large for you to move it.

"Talk to me" came Nine-three 's voice over the comm, eager to hear results

"We're alive. Our Dinii is fighting rocks" Binx answered

"I am not a lunatic" you snapped growling as you tried to move the last piece

"I said Dinui, not Dinii"

You rolled your eyes, the obvious snickers from the line tossing him under the bus.

"Just get your ass over here and help me" you grumbled "This stupid thing won't move"

"I'll call in again in 10, watch yourselves"

Binx pulled away from his commlink and after one more glance around the area, and deeming it safe enough for now, he moved to your side.

"I need to move these lines to match up" you explained.

Binx was silent for a few beats then turned to you fully

"What lines?"

"They're right here" you huffed tracing them with your fingers

Binx ripped his helm off revealing his black wavy hair pulled into a low ponytail and his lips formed into a slight pout.

"Yeah, weird" his honey eyes settled on the etchings, taking in the image that was forming

"You mean, none of this was visible in your helm?" you gawked, gingerly taking his helmut and settling it on your head.

Binx nodded in response.

You huffed, the markings now gone as you looked through the visor. You took off his helm and cradled it against your chest as you directed Binx in his shifting of the rocks and the lines upon them.

The commando complied, letting out a soft grunt as he pulled with all his might. The last carved rock spun slowly until the lines locked into their space.

You took one full step back to exmaine the piece as a whole. Your gaze flitted from the ancient lettering to the now visible image. It was some fearsome looking tooka-like creature.

Its eyes were furrowed, lips pulled into a snarl with full teeth on display. Above its eyes were delicate ears, probably meant to be seen as pointed back, and from behind its head, tendrils? Your eyes narrowed in on the obtrusions seemingly coming from the back of the head. They were noodle like with disks at the ends, sharp, jagged lines poking out the centers.

"So...what's it supposed to be?" Binx called from his spot, having yet moved away.

"Some angry creature. Maybe a deity of sorts?" you wondered aloud

But just as you were about to call to your companion to step back, a clicking noise echoed in the room. The two of you froze in your places, heads shifting about in hopes to catch the sound's location before something bad occurred.

Out of nowhere, two pillars came rushing down at you. You looked up in fear, then threw your hands up and pooled all your strength into freezing their movements. Your knowledge and strength of the force came to aid you, the pillars and their sharp points freezing just above you

"I can't hold these for long!" you called to the trooper

"One sec, I'll pull the rocks back!"

Binx turned back to the image. Just as he flexed to move the rock, the mouth of the beast to caved in and a cloud of fog shot into Binx's face. He immeadiately began to hack and cough

"Binx!!" you called out through gritted teeth

The fog-like cloud soon coated the whole area, leaving you the only space free of it. Your deflective force shield somehow keeping it at bay.

But that is when you heard it, the snarl.

You felt your stomach drop as you anxiously glanced around. You couldn't deal with another issue. Not now.

It was taking everything in you to keep the shield up and holding the pillars at bay, and Binx was just dusted by some weird powder-smaug. You couldn't even hear his coughing anymore.

"Binx!" you yelled in a panic

No response

Your heart began hammering within your chest cavity. You were trained to resist fear, to carefully work your way through it's clutches and to settle your feelings back into a calm and managable state. But right now, fear overran your senses.

All of which got a hundred times worse when your eyes locked onto two glowing golden orbs from where your companion ought to be.

Your eyes were locked with those glowing orbs, the deep, powerful snarl hit your ears only a moment later. The fog was beginning to dissipate, but so was your ability to hold up the force shield. Your arms trembled with exertion, your legs beginning to wobble beneath you.

You watched as one large black paw stepped out of the cloud, then a second, an a-jar maw following suit. The orbs now had a formal face to it, and it was strikingly similar to the carving on the wall. Sleek black fur curved around a leathery dark nose and the golden eyes, thin pointed ears immeadiately pulled back as it let out a low, menacing growl. Its shoulders hunched as a second set of front paws and legs appeared behind the first. But that's when you saw the them. Your view turning skyward as those thin black string-like appendages seemed to sway weightless in the air above it. Each end had a flat flesh oval lined with sharp needle-spikes within them.

The creature stalked over, circling you as your mind raced to think up a way out. A way to signal the other men just waiting for a signal to come charging to your side.

You heard the creak of the pillars as they inched closer, you were losing your focus and with it your shield.

The creature's gaze flickered up then it charged you.

In a split second of panic, your arms flew to cover your face and your force shiled disappated.

You waited with baited breath for death, by crushing or by having been eaten by the creature. But when pain never followed, you peeked around your arms to find those same golden eyes staring down at you.

Your breath hitched. Had the creature helped you? Or had it delayed your death only to give you one of it's on choosing?

But it did nothing. It just watched you cautiously.

Slowly, you pulled your arms away from your face and let them touch the cold stone floor below you. Your closed your eyes, focusing inward to your inner strength and calling out to the force for assistance. You opened your eyes in time to feel fur meet your forehead and your feild of view to be taken up by the dark hued coat

The beast's eyes were closed and it leaned its head into yours, it remained stilled for a moment before it nuzzled against you.

Your right hand twitched as you brought it up to the side of its massive face, yet it let you touch its velvet-soft fur.

"Let me know what you are feeling" you whispered, more to the force than anything, yet it responded

A soft purr rumbled throughout it body while its aura flashed you in vivid colours of confusion, fear, urgency and hope.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, why would this creature be feeling this way??

Your hand caressed its cheek and it leaned into your minstrations.

"Let me get up" you ordered softly

The creature nodded against you and backed up, its thin tail whipping behind it as it glanced around the room. The action seemed overtly cautious for a creature that had bene lying in wait to attack...

The fog was disappearing and just as you saw the empty spot where you'd last seen Binx, the creature was nudging you hard enough to push you over.

The second it had done so, it stood over you. Containing you to under its legs, it twirled around studying the room again. It's aura filled with unease and a want to protect.

Your heart lit up at the emotion. If this creature hadn't been here before and now was, after Binx had disappeared - and now it wished to aid you...well you could only think of one explaination

"Binx" you called up to the creature

A moment later, it struck it head between its legs to look at you upside down

"Oh my force..." you breathed out in a stupour "Do you know what happened to you...?"

The creature shook its head.

It understood you perfectly fine and responded to your commando's name - you really had no doubt now.

"Binx..." you gasped out feeling your panic start to leave you and tears gather in your lashes "I'm so sorry"

Binx made a weird cry at you, although it sounded mournful, as he moved around until he could nuzzle against your chest.

"I don't know how this happened...but I swear, I'll fix it" you promised hugging his head to you.

He purred in response then pulled you upright on your feet, nodding towards the wall.

You gingerly walked over, avoiding the smashed pillars you'd once been holding up. There laid a flight of stairs leading downwards, and the relic you'd been hunting nestled right at the end of them.

Hesitantly, you traversed and plucked the orb in your hands, waiting for something else to occur. But nothing did. Instead, you brought it back up the stairs to find Binx waiting for you.

Binx nodded then swung his head toward the door before he began stalking towards it.

"If we leave, I might not be able to undo this!" you called, grabbing his tail.

He immeadiately spun around and swatted at you with a loud yowl.

"Sorry" you rushed out, promptly letting go

He huffed and swung the thin appendage away from your reach. His emotions sifted through worry, duty, and urgency.

"Alright," you conceeded in a whisper as you pulled your comm to your lips "Binx and I are returning with the target item. Be advised, Binx has been hit with some kind of effect and is currently...not himself"

"Affirmative, we are standing by. If you do not return withing 13 minutes, we'll come get you"

"Sounds great" you answered as you walked to the door "Alright buddy, let's get back to the ship.

"Where's Binx?"

You frowned as the commandos before you looked at you and then each other.

"What do you mean?" you grumbled

"Wasn't he coming out with you?"

You glanced to Binx, who stood beside you in his black furry-form, then back to his two brothers.

"Nine-three, I know he looks weird...but Binx's here" You patted Binx's head and he let out an unhappy grump

Both his brothers jumped looking around with their guns poised

"Lich, you better have those engines hot for us" Nine-three growled into his armband

"Been waiting, yeah"

You watched them with furrowed brows.

"How can you not see him? He's standing right there!" You rounded the boys and stood behind them.

Sure enough, you could still easily see Binx.

Then a thought dawned on you...

"Take your helms off"

"What?" "Wait, what?!" they sputtered, their heads shooting in your direction

You huffed and repeated youself.

The looked at one another then both removed their helmuts. A shock of red and blonde hair being revealed as they did so, the two looked at you with confusion.

You spun your finger, gesturing them to turn around.

They obeyed and then screamed, promptly aiming their blasters

"N-no! Boys, that's Binx!"

"That is not our baby brother" Nine-three yelled taking aim

"Get behind me" Butcher grabbed you and shoved your body behind his

"Uh...boys, I just walked out with him" you reminded patting Butcher's shoulder and imposing calm feelings "Lower the blaster"

Nine-three glanced at you and hesitantly lowered his own.

"Well kriff this place..." He breathed out

"Binxy-boy okay?" Lich called over the comm

Binx nodded, slowly stalking over to Nine-three and pressing his head to his brother's abdomen

"This is the most kriffed up shit..." Butcher grumbled his eyes wide as he watched the creature and his brother "I want to go home. Now."

"What are we going to do with him?" Nina-three asked with concern filled eyes "We can't take him back looking like this"

"I'll inform the council on the flight back, he's not a wild beast. Just looks like one" you sighed

The commandos frowned but agreed, informing their last brother of the situation as the four of you boarded the ship to head home.

On the way back to Courascant, you spoke in length to the jedi council about your trip, findings, and the unfortunate accident that occured to Binx. And while they assured you that they would help you bring him in and find a way to lift the curse placed upon him...there was no guarantee they actually could. And so, you were tasked with smuggling your feline-looking trooper

into one of the lower levels of the temple. Somwhere prying eyes would not find him and cause a stir while you awaited the council to find a way to end this strange happenstance.

"So... is Binx just going to be stuck like that?" Lich asked as the three of them waited in their Jedi's quarters, as told.

"I mean...it would be interesting," Butcher chuckled, but upon recieving a slap upside the head, then added "but it definitely has to go"

"The jedi will figure something out, won't they?" Lich looked at his brothers with a frown, then met their 'leader's' eyes

"I hope so," Nine-three grumbled "I don't want to have to fight the senate for him back"

"Back?" Butcher mumbled with furrowed brows "They'd take him?"

"Butch, do you seriously think they wouldn't?" Lich looked at the blonde with surprise, Nine-three following suit

"How the hell have you gotten through all the training with rotten brains like that?"

"Just lucky I guess" he shrugged in return

Nine-three was just about to smack his brother again when the door opened to reveal their jedi

"How's Binx?" Lich called jumping up quickly

You gave them an uneasy smile and reached out the door to pull their lost brother in appearing compeltely normal, missing only his helmut - which his brothers had with them

The three cheered and dove for him but were paused with a hand up.

"We have new rules in this squad" you began, pulling a chain from inside Binx's curiass with a charm on it "This cannot leave his person. If it does, he'll go back to that beastial form"

The other commandos all began to make protest but were stopped short again.

"This isn't a curse the council can lift easily - if at all. It took every single one of the masters to get this far. But they're all drained and exhausted. There's nothing to be done until the archivists can study the relic and site."

"This is good enough for me, brothers" Binx let out a sheepish grin "At least I'm not some weird, giant Tooka...that was so messed up"

Binx was quickly pulled into the middle of a hug-huddle. The commandos releived and happy to have their youngest brother back and looking normal.

You watched on happily, you had been really frightful during this whole ordeal and not only just for you but for them as well.

"Get over here, our dinui" Binx called as he reached out from his comfortable and loving prision to grab your hands and pull you in as well.

The 5 of you held onto one another, unsure how proceeding forward with Binx's new situation...but all of you were determined to make it work.

Once Marshal Commanders Cody and Fox were formally made aware of the situation, and after they both had a moment to calm down, both decided it was best to leave it underwraps in the jedi achieves only and not inform the chancellor of this strange development with one of the Commandos.

Too much stress and paperwork. Plus it was far too strange for their liking.

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musterih · 20 days

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islam bütünüyle en güzel duyguların, birliğin dinii🤍

#çok duygusalım hocam #en güzel bayram sabahım olduu

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lunapokema · 1 year

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Enjoy this discombulated... headcanon? Fanfiction plotbunny? IDFK

How I wish Chapter 18 of the Mandalorian had looked....

The reason Pelli asked Din if he was there to "take out Boba Fett" - was because the Daimyo's been coming around her shop since the fight with the Pike Syndicate? Boba figured out that she was basically Din's mechanic and first stop on Tatooine, so he keeps bothering her for news on Din and wants to he informed if he shows up, etc.

So, someone spots his ship on Boonta Eve and Boba shows up asking what the Mandalorian had come around for. And Pelli is just done at this point and grumbles about memory chips and spelunking droids.

"Spelunking? Where the kriff is he going spelunking?"

"How should I know? He was saying some cockamamie thing about redemption and atmosphere toxicity... Fett? Where'd ya go?'

**In the Slave 1 breaking through Tatooine's atmosphere**:

"I can't believe that absolute dinii di'kut!"

(mandoa: insane/crazy; dumbass/moron)

Time Skip

When Grogu gets back to the N-1 the gatorasus (gator-pegasus?) gets blown away and Boba Fett is standing on ramp of his ship holding his a smoking shotgun.

And Grogu is thrilled! This is better than Bo-Katan, and faster.

"Where is your buir?"

He floats his cradle up to Fett and babbles excitedly before going back towards the cave system and Boba follows. He pauses and looks at the ceiling before spinning Grogu around and pushing away.

"You might want to shield your eyes, ad'ika."

Boba then proceeds to slaughter the cave dwellers with the gaderffii stick.

Episode proceeds mostly the same as it did with Bo-Katan except Boba wields the Darksaber like a badass and princess carries unconscious Din back to safety and an angry lecture when he wakes up.

#bobadin #din djarin #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #boba fett x din djarin #the mines of mandalore #the mandalorion spoilers

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fujiko-23 · 1 year

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56 e 63

56: cosa mi piace di me uhmm se fisicamente credo occhi (?) il resto meh, se invece del carattere, il fatto che sono simpy obv😎

63: DINII

#domandine🤌🏻#lista domande->#domande!

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fahmastuff · 11 months

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Doa Mohon Petunjuk Lengkap Arab dan Latinnya

Berdoa menjadi salah satu bentuk ibadah yang selalu dilakukan. Manusia terdiri dari jasmani dan rohani. Keduanya perlu mendapatkan nutrisi yang benar-benar baik. Untuk jasmani kita, ada banyak sumber nutrisi yang bisa dengan mudah diperoleh. Makan makanan yang kaya akan vitamin, mineral, protein, karbohidrat, lemak, dan lain sebagainya bisa kita pilih untuk selalu dikonsumsi setiap hari. Hanya saja memang dalam mengkonsumsinya kita perlu seimbang. Tidak boleh berat sebelah.

Lain halnya dengan rohani kita. Perlu juga kita mengkonsumsi nutrisi untuknya. Berdoa menjadi satu diantara nutrisi terbaik untuk rohani. Dalam menjalani kehidupan sehari-hari, kita semua tidak lepas dari berbagai urusan. Kadang melelahkan. Hingga seseorang sampai harus beristirahat untuk sementara waktu. Berbagai urusan itu melibatkan rohani dan juga jasmani. Keduanya tidak boleh dipisahkan satu dengan yang lainnya.

Agar urusan kita lancar maka kita perlu memperbanyak membaca doa mohon petunjuk setiap hari. Walau bagaimana pun yang namanya petunjuk itu amatlah penting dalam hidup ini. Petunjuk biasa kita temukan tatkala kita membeli mobil baru, sepeda motor baru, handphone baru, dan berbagai perlengkapan eletronik di rumah kita yang baru. Biasanya bentuknya berupa buku kecil yang isinya berupa petunjuk lengkap penggunaan sebuah barang baru. Yang mengeluarkan langsung dari pabrik yang membuatnya.

Kalau dalam hidup ini, petunjuk yang kiita butuhkan bersumber dari Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala. Karena Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala yang menciptakan manusia semuanya. Disebabkan yang menciptakan itu Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala maka yang mengetahui segala hal tentang diri manusia tentu hanya Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala. Tanpa adanya petunjuk tersebut maka kita hidup manusia tidak akan bahagia dan sejahtera.

Maka kita perlu membaca doa memohon petunjuk selalu. Doa yang kita panjatkan ini akan menjadikan hidup kita semakin mantap. Kita perlu mengetahui lafadz dari doa tersebut. Belajar menjadi langkah yang amat penting untuk dilakukan. Seperti pada kesempatan kali ini kami akan tuliskan lafadznya berikut ini.

Latinnya : ALLAHUMMAH DINII WA SADDID NII Artinya : Ya Allah, berilah aku petunjuk, dan luruskanlah aku.

Pendek doanya. Maksud saya yang pendek adalah lafadznya. Sangat mudah untuk setiap orang dalam menghafalkannya. Tinggal perlu meningkatkan semangat agar benar-benar mampu menghafalkannya.

Demikian penjelasan kami mengenai doa dalam memohon petunjuk kepada Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala. Sediakan waktu untuk membacanya dengan benar-benar khusyuk. Waktu-waktu terbaik dalam berdoa kita gunakan dengan sebaik-baiknya. Semakin banyak berdoa maka itu akan semakin bagus. Teman-teman tentu tidak akan melupakan hal yang baik ini.

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fallowsthorn · 2 years

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Today's Mando'a Mystery: dinii, "insane person" or "fool"

Under a cut because this is very long and a lot of... basically pointless minutiae. Nothing will ever depend on this. But it makes me happy.

It seems like the suffix to indicate group membership* is -ii, as in kaminii, jetii***, aruetii, etc. Dinii, on the other hand, apparently means "lunatic." Problem: din does not appear to mean anything in the canon glossary of Mando'a, and I couldn't find a planet or moon in the Mandalore system called Din or similar. We get "lunatic" in English because people thought various neurological disorders, etc, were caused by the phases of the moon (because... reasons, I guess?) so it stands to reason there's a similar etymology here; as with Demagol -> demagolka, some faction or organization or whatever became known for doing some insane bullshit and so it entered the lexicon as idiot, fool, etc.

*This seems to only apply to nouns, because Mando'a is Fake Space Spanish so some infinitives have -iir endings, namely atiniir (endure), gratiir (punish), shabiir (fuck), and udesiir (calm down). So udesii is the conjugated** form of "relax," not "person from the Relaxed Group." The conjugated form of dinuir is dinu.

**Mando'a apparently conjugates all verb tenses the same. Which is convenient in some ways and a giant headache in others.

***"jetii" is a weird case but it's probably because the demonym would be jeti'ii or something otherwise and Mando'a likes to simplify its vowel sounds. Or it could be "from Jedha" as a generic term for "Force-sensitive" and just got transferred to the actual Jedi Order as a faction later. Depends whether the language or the Order formed first.

Which is nice and neat, except: we do have the verb dinuir, to give or to share, and that lends the "din" root to din'waadar (to sell, lit "give-wealth"), din'kartay (sitrep, report, lit "share-knowledge"), tal'din**** (bloodline, lit "blood-share"), kedin (chain of command, probably from the imperative prefix ke-, so something like "give [orders]" as a noun), and skana'din (which the glossary explicitly mentions as "from the words for 'give' and 'a hated thing'" and is only used in the context of "Bic ni skana'din" ([this/it] [me] [gives-hated-thing], or "this makes me mad/annoyed" supposedly, which sounds like bullshit but I do speak English natively, so... glass houses)).

****"tal'din"/"taldin" is spelled both with and without an apostrophe in two different glossary examples. Conclusion: ????

So if the two words are related, the original meaning of "dinii" could well be "someone who gives away [all] their things," which would indeed not be a very reasonable thing to do. It also fits with the war/conquering Mando mindset--obviously an imperialist/colonialist/expansionist culture wouldn't be super fond of charity. On the other hand, this feels like a helluva stretch, so I'd be inclined to just declare it unrelated and/or a false cognate or whatever that's called when it's in the same language if I needed to actually have this information in a fic for whatever reason.

Especially because I doubt Din Djarin's parents named him "Crazy." Like, gonna go out on a limb there and say "Charity" is a better kid name than "Nutso." Just by a smidge. A lil bit.

Bonus round: prudii ("shadow") brings up the same question, with even fewer clues than dinii because it's literally the only word in the glossary with "prud" in it. So who knows where that came from, because the "archaic" form, werda, looks nothing like the modern word and Mando'a is supposed to have very little linguistic drift.

#mando'a #star wars #star wars meta #this is not how you conlang karen #all this is from mandoa.org and wookiepedia #obviously a lot of this is from legends so may or may not be canon blah blah blah canon can suck my dick #it's not like i ever read the actual book #understanding mando'a is more about algebra than linguistics

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ermakeys · 2 years

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Ibic Haar Yust

Chapter 3: Leaves

Warnings: Angst, but mostly comfort.

AO3

Mando’a:

Ibic Haar Yust - This is the Way

Vorpan - Green

Osik - Shit

Dinii - Lunatic

Dini'la - Insane

Vod - Brother

Vorpan is surprised with a gift from his brothers.

“What are you doing with my armor?” Vorpan demanded, scowling at a handful of his frozen troopers. Water dripped off of him as he tucked his towel around his waist and onto the shower floors. He’d thought he’d heard some commotion and stepped out to find three troopers with their arms full of his white armor. “Explain yourself, Sergeant Sketch.”

The sergeant straightened with an uneasy glance at his two companions. He attempted to salute Vorpan, but barely managed to stop a vambrace from tumbling to the floor. Vorpan narrowed his eyes and Sketch exclaimed, “Following orders, sir!”

“‘Following orders’?” Vorpan repeated and shook his head with his growing exasperation. “What orders and whose, Sketch. Don’t play games with me.”

Vorpan propped his hands on his hips when Sketch blanched at the order. His eyes flew around the room, looking anywhere but at Vorpan. Until one of the troopers blurted, “Commander Racket, sir!”

Sketch hissed while Vorpan looked up, counting down from ten. What was Racket up to this time? He was too tired and busy for this. He held out a hand and sighed, “Leave me my vambrace with my commlink. I want the rest back by 0600.”

The trooper holding the commlink surrendered it quickly and then the three scrambled away as quickly as they could. Vorpan frowned while he slipped into his bodyglove and put on his single vambrace. Was this just one of Racket’s pranks? At least he’d chosen a good time. The Tide was scheduled for maintenance after taking some light fire after a recent mission and everyone was given a couple days off.

Almost everyone.

“Commander Racket, respond,” Vorpan demanded, tapping at his commlink. He exited the showers and instantly hated how exposed he felt without the rest of his armor. “Racket, I don’t care what you are doing. Answer me.”

“What can I do for you, sir?”

Vorpan wrinkled his nose at the slurred response. Racket was enjoying his leave it seemed.

“Why did I just catch Sketch, Merl and Cred stealing my armor under your order?”

“Osik, they got caught?” Racket demanded and swore some more. Some of the slurring faded as he cursed and Vorpan sighed.

“I let them have most of it, but why do you need my armor?”

“Sorry, Commander, but that is confidential.”

Vorpan stopped in the middle of the hallway at Racket’s teasing tone. A few brothers that passed flinched when he snapped, “Racket, give me a straight answer.”

Maybe it was his tone. Maybe it was the years they had spent training together. Racket seemed to understand that Vorpan was done because he grumbled, “Armor identification, sir. My regiment decided to get theirs done today. Tern’s and Airstike’s regiments are doing theirs tomorrow. Skyler’s the day after.”

Vorpan held a hand to his forehead as he slowly continued down the hall. They were painting the armor. He vaguely remembered a brief about the order. Generals, commanders, officers and other natural-borns having difficulty telling them apart had recommended painting their armor. The idea had caught on like a saberjowl had caught a scent. He’d been bombarded with requests and questions about when the 6th Brigade would get their paints, who decided the colors, the design and so on. He had handed off the project to his regimental commanders as quickly as he could. He had better things to do. Though he couldn’t help adding a few parameters.

“You remembered to tell them to use a dark color? General Chik would appreciate it, so she isn’t blinded by our white armor anymore,” Vorpan asked, stomping down the halls. He felt heat travel up his neck when a few brothers he passed did a double take at the sight of him. It was rare to see him out of his armor and only in his bodyglove. “And nothing offensive. I will-.”

“Yes, yes, you’ll assign offending troopers to mess duty for an entire month,” Racket interrupted him in an exasperated tone. “I told them. Stop worrying. I trust Sketch to give you a design you’ll be happy with.”

Vorpan trusted any of his brothers with his life. He knew he could place his life in their hands and they would do their best to have his back. Trusting Sketch wasn’t the problem.

“We don’t know these jedi or officers so well yet, Racket. I don’t know what is considered a decommissioning offense yet,” Vorpan murmured into his commlink as he slipped into his room. The door hissed shut behind him and he sighed softly into the silence of his room. A silence that was reflected in the comm. Vorpan sat on the edge of his bunk and rubbed a hand over his face. “I won’t lose a brother over this nonsense. We tread carefully until we know where the line is, Racket. Drill that into your troopers heads.”

“You still blame yourself for Fletcher’s death.”

Vorpan flinched at Racket’s words. He wanted to wrench the commlink off his arm and throw it across the room. Before Racket could continue, Vorpan forced his jaw to unclench and said, “I need my armor in six hours.”

He cut the connection.

A little more than six hours later, Vorpan was stalking down the halls of the Tide. He wore a fresh bodyglove and had slipped his lone vambrace over his arm, but the rest was still missing. The night and day shift were in the process of switching and his brothers quickly moved aside for him when he approached. They could see the irritation rolling off of him in waves.

They knew better than to step between him and whoever had annoyed him.

“Sketch!” Vorpan bellowed when he reached the barracks of Racket’s regiment. He narrowed his eyes at the empty hallways. A few bleary-eyed troopers poked their heads out of their squad rooms before jerking back with wide eyes. Vorpan narrowed his eyes at the next trooper to poke his head out and demanded, “Trooper, you will tell me where I can find Sergeant Sketch or Commander Racket.”

The trooper squeaked and stepped out of the room of his squad, ducking his head. Vorpan frowned when he saw the man in only his bodyglove. Yes, it was early and Racket’s regiment was scheduled for time off today as well, but he didn’t think they’d all be running around in just their gloves.

“Sergeant Sketch is in Commander Racket’s room, commander,” the trooper stuttered and Vorpan gave a sharp nod before stomping towards Racket’s door. He did his best not to press his hand too hard against the chime. He heard a muffled commotion behind the door and he kept his finger pressed against the chime.

“I can hear you in there, Racket,” Vorpan growled as he listened to cursing from the inside as the chime rang continuously. “I am not joining General Chik on the bridge in just my glove. You better-.”

Vorpan inhaled sharply when the door opened. He was dimly aware of Racket, Sketch and the same two troopers from yesterday huddled at the edges of the room. Instead of acknowledging them, Vorpan stepped into the room, eyes fixed on the crate that was being used as a table.

His armor had been painted.

The previously white armor was nearly entirely covered in painted leaves. Dark green and green leaves adorned his armor with flashes of white between the leaves. His black kama had been left nearly untouched while the edge had been turned the same dark green as his utility belt. How they managed that in the time frame he had given them, he didn’t even want to know.

Vorpan slowly reached out and traced a finger over his now green and white helmet. A crown of leaves would now be covering his head. It was becoming hard to breathe with how choked his throat felt. He swallowed thickly and whispered, “Why green? Brown or another dark color would have been better for General Chik. Her eyes are so sensitive to bright lights.”

He felt a few hands touch his shoulders and arms and their warmth radiated through his bodyglove. He finally looked up and he couldn’t help the sharp inhale when he saw them all in their own painted armor. The same greens. Different leafy patterns, but all of them a variation of Vorpan’s.

“Because of you, vod. To honor you,” Racket answered in a tone so unusually soft for him. Vorpan’s shoulders hunched as his vision swam. He blinked furiously, trying to contain his emotions. He could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks.

“What are you looking at, CC-1394?”

“Fletcher, it’s so green! It’s… I… Just so much green!”

Laughter echoed in his ears.

“Sure is green, Vorpan.”

“Dinii,” Vorpan hissed between clenched teeth. His hands had clenched painfully around his helmet and he wanted to throw it against the wall and hold it tight at the same time. He drew in a ragged breath and shook his head. “All of you. You’re all dini’la.”

He let himself be pulled into a hug. Nobody commented on how long Vorpan clung to his brothers. Nobody mentioned how red his eyes were when he left the barracks. Everyone smiled and greeted him when they saw his freshly painted armor as he walked up to the bridge.

“Good morning, Commander,” Chik greeted him with a sly smile when Vorpan stepped onto the bridge, helmet cradled in his hands. He didn’t want to put it on yet. Putting it on would mean no longer seeing it. “Did something good happen to you? You have a certain air around you this morning.”

Her laughter and amusement in her voice made Vorpan narrow his eyes at her.

“You had a part in this,” he accused quietly and she raised her clawed hands with a bright laugh.

“Perhaps a small one,” she admitted, folding her hands in her long sleeves. “I was merely approached about acquiring the necessary paint for the entire brigade. All I did was sign a requisition order.”

Vorpan scoffed, shaking his head as he propped his helmet against his hip. Chik chuckled and asked, “Is it so terrible? They told me they wanted to surprise you with your armor fully painted.”

His expression softened into a small smile. His thumb brushed over the green leaves on his helmet again. Greens that all his brothers on the Tide would be wearing by the end of the week according to Racket.

“No. Embarrassing, but not terrible at all.”

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the entire list of acacia species

Aceloca Acens Achinosed Achins Achiocea Achylla Achypera Aconsis Acrammosa Acrana Acrea Adoxocana Airow Alenii Aneanered Annii Anoiaela Ansis Aperpa Aphypowl Aratbulow Arlent Arricteeta Arrista Arvia Ashby Assima Astry Atatolia Aucona Aully Aurota Bacta Bacust Bainata Bakelanii Bakes Balballa Ballaurth Batow Baxtens Beata Beaurpa Beckiner Beedula Belata Belavis Bella Benuda Beram Beris Bermila Beyerta Bidlecta Bigide Blanalata Blata Blataiʻa Blatta Bleioped Blucocata Bluta Blutinyi Boola Bophyllia Bothyllata Bow's Brangarra Breed Brepartii Breta Brichens Brola Brosa Brubunia Bulei Bulinkin Bull's Burane Burensis Buspea Bustrost Cadedlan Caliania Callia Carmitzii Carrocta Catabeta Catia Caural Celexa Charpa Cheld Chies Chroorpana Chylla Chyllanii Ciforounii Cirillia Clidescala Cocline Colausa Comata Conanii Conass Continta Cophil Cophy's Cophylla Crigesii Crob's Crummer Cuada Culla Cuppermis Curicis Curra Dacdod Deanastica Dearvea Demsis Densii Derecta Dessig Diang Difolis Dilla Dinii Diosalii Dogna Dogwoodjie Dolia Dormis Dowgai Doxopha Duncijum Duniff Ecklepra Ecuata Ecusis Elana Elosta Enirilost Ensin Enuancen Equiombah Ermatabron Errydis Eurata Eurkii Eutipent Exana Exancritei Explens Falater Faliiforae Falyx Faulansia Fectusca Ficens Filasei Filicon Filog Fitenson Fletiping Flophylla Flosa Flowillea Folia Folifolata Frowana Fuling Fusana Garwiling Gehowniata Gension Gerenson Gerta Gilbyi Gilis Gincea Gliana Glong Gluntlecty Gonitra Gonthla Gooloner Goomara Granana Grefura Greptata Guing Guisperi Gulgoola Guncill's Hamajoha Haneri Heroon's Hetani Hided Hinctorata Hinens Hitinusis Horia Hyll's Hyllata Hylle Hylle's Hylocatzii Imslana Inaculigia Inatomang Inian's Irinosa Irrians Jacendesii Jassone's Jensimis Jibsopha Johacke Johedle Jonis Jorum Juncilork Junigilbar Juthod Kauthophi Kerige Kim's Koaiderva Korbirra Kormis Kornia Kulicarpod Kyborydea Kydina Leyedlad Lichry's Lichya Lifolia Ligeed Lob's Lobesta Lochylla Lonia Lonwooth Lospicha Lowsolla Loydii Luadbynt Lulnus Lyadres Lydii Mabla Maina Maiʻa Mamiliteta Mamupens Manarpa Marpa Marvia Matinosa Maxtegae Meria Mides Mitchilby Mittis Mitz's Mitzel Moelata Mondowii Monii Monophyll Moon's Mosal Motri Moughsha Mounca Mucricard Muleata Mulexced Mulichyllf Mulis Mulitzii Mulormifla Multzek's Murotry Natta Nereota Neura Neurrassa Newoodina Niana Nothotha Numbram Oaohniae Obarpalau Obern Obian Obides Obtula Ochiry Oftoliana Oliambar Olichii Olunii Onwook Orakes Oricranana Oviae Oxycla Oxylla Pacemis Papha Parat Parina Parpa Patabbane Peckhan Pedid Pedres Pelata Permica Perves Phlonii Picolis Pinata Placea Plarocla Podis Podod Poiderigna Polingsii Ponii Praia Prassii Pronea Pruiophan Ptere Pterumii Ptortyped Pubgla Pulater Puspa Quantamoia Quorgyris Raina Redgee Reffibina Remong Remonva Rempulata Ressia Retrimis Revia Rewoorsa Rhavis Rhellata Rhocastia Rhyllatea Ricens Ricilishor Ricta Risca Risera Ronii Rophina Rulona Scaula Scearpa Scens Scepta Scilia Scomia Semaga Sesis Setictinii Siang Sill's Sissis Siush Solam Spandylla Speda Spensis Sphilcorge Spile Spilla Splenta Spoda Spoidechum Stensissa Stifelosa Stioia Stranii Strescra Subcata Subflue Subingyris Sydrosa Ter's Tharrinii Tholiodma Thridella Ticens Tocla Toiderii Tonia Tramp Trana Travis Triatay Triophita Trumbalia Uncer's Unistenta Varromaji Veolia Veris Vingyllata Waajibrone Walan Walia Wallae Waminochry Watricata Wenzela Whillifer Wicultz's Wiliata Wilifloian Wilindeps Willad Willata Willor Winee Wirevis Witteris Witzek Wonferviae Woonfolia Worumica Xandesse Yelly

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Clones, Clones, Clones!

These are clones that Kar either trained, or close with, who defected/supported her defection. After leaving the GAR, many of them took the surname Vhett in honor of their clone template.

Alpha ARCS:

A-22 Balor: Captain Balor is the straight man of the group. The textbook Alpha, grim, death on two legs, sort of man. Throws himself into colonial development once New Mandalore is established.

A-68 Tye: Lieutenant Tye is a cheekier sort of man, no doubt an influence from certain Nulls crossing his path. Marries Ruusaan, Kar’s sister, and settles on New Mandalore as regular ol’ colonist. Kind of. He helps out at his wife’s clinic if not found in the local tapcaf chatting up the visitors.

Dinii Squad:

Gurney (RC-1383): Sergeant Gurney is the leader and the medic of Dinii Squad, one of the “Patchwork” squads that wound up losing some or all of their original “pod”. A quiet, empathetic man, who cares for all his brothers, even if they weren’t grown from the same batch. Assists with Ruusaan’s clinic once they settle, with aspirations of formal medical training to be a medical doctor and not just a military field medic.

Kando (RC-1198): Kando has a great lust for life, and sees every challenge as enrichment. As the squad sniper, he is a sufficient hunter and tactician, and is the unofficial “second in command” to Gurney. Took to merc work post-settlement quite easily. If he’s not on New Mandalore, he’s likely out in the Terminus tracking down some slob or another. He enjoys carving, often times making little trinkets for his friends and family. He eventually becomes New Keldabe's Armorer, and a respected member of society.

Tal (RC-2235): Tal is the squad slicer. He enjoys sweets, and a good barbeque. Maintains a presence in HoloNet/Extranet forums. He is a little bit of a tech jack of all trades– working on mechs, equipment, vehicles, and anything in between. He is a man of few words offline, but that hasn’t been a hindrance. If not near Sho'cye Bral, he is found among the elcor settlement, helping them.

Sol (RC-3201): Sol is the demolitions expert. A real master of improvised explosive devices. Loves bad, shlocky films (like Blasto), and is often found hovering either Jax, Ex, or Kando scheming something up. But otherwise an absolute professional of a merc. Usually a reasonable guy, but Jax is able to bring out the pyromaniac in him.

Narseryc Squad

Teroch (RC-1508): Sergeant Teroch is the leader and tech expert of Narseryc. He is known to play a little fast and loose with his slicing, even on Kamino. Only wound up as a Sarge by chance– Narseryc chose their leader through lots when they re-formed. Otherwise, he would describe himself as “just some little guy” with a shrug. Enjoys colony life, fishing, boating, helping the little kid collect shells.

Raysh (RC-1250): Raysh is the straight man of the squad. A very autistic-coded Egon Spengler type of medic. Frank, deadpan, with a dry sense of humor with a lean towards the literal. He keen interest in microbes, medicinal and poisonous plants and fungi. You should see his “Microbes of Omega” collection. His post-defection lifestyle is just a man with a microscope. His videos and streams are fairly popular, leading him for academia instead of merc work.

A’denn (RC-1991):A'denn could be Kando’s twin, both are their squad snipers, and both enjoy life. But that is where it stops. A'denn’s ideal life in the Milky Way is that of a stead farmer. He enjoys the feeling of soil in his hands, the air after it rains, and bumper crop for the town market. He is one of the few people Kar will allow handle her gardens (he appreciates the trust), and talks to his plants and crops both. However, it doesn’t mean he’s an easy target. He can pick off would-be problems from his porch no problem.

Jax RC-5195: Jax lives in a world where the best solution to anything is a well-made explosion. If he had been born 600+ years later, he’d definitely be in cahoots with the likes of Tina and Torgue. Thankfully, the Milky Way has a lot of things that need to go boom and people are willing to pay for his expertise.

Epsilon Squad

Oyad (RC-2208): Sergeant Oyad is a little different than many of his fellow squad leaders. As the squad sniper, he leads from the back, providing tactics and cover for his squad. He enjoys a good cultural exchange, usually music and literature. Post-defection, he too joins the family merc business, but keeps a datapad filled with drafts of adventure fiction loosely based of his and family’s life. Whether or not he actually gets publish is something he’s been mulling on.

Ex (RC-2211): Ex is the most level headed of the three demolitions experts. He’s got a bit of surfer dude/slacker vibe…as much as cloned super soldier trained to kill can. Civilian-ish life suits him. Occasional helps out as a merc, but finds himself drawn to more the colonial life. Has a growing interest in quarians. Loves his eventual nieces and nephews and often is the “fun” uncle.

Hoka (RC-4119): Hoka was the only one of the group not in the same “pod”, after losing their brother in the battle of Geonosis. Hoka is a quick learner, and adapts quickly– good things in a slicer. As a merc, he shares a bit of the Mando grey morality– ie he’s not against slicing a few terminals for bit of credits or rigging the machine in his or his clan’s favor. He enjoys bioticball and has been know to be in a betting pool with James post-war.

Tenn (RC-2210): Tenn is a good medic, he has the “he can heal as much as he can hurt” vibe. Unsurprisingly, he got along well with Mordin when his clan was living on Omega. Kept in touch often, and is the third of the Vhetts looking towards academia– xenostudies in his case.

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