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burnwater13 · 26 days

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Grogu laying on his side while looking at the Darksaber being held by Moff Gideon (out of frame). Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 6, The Tragedy. Calendar from DataWorks.

Grogu had a fine opportunity to study the Darksaber while he was sitting there and Moff Gideon tried to play mind games with the Mandalorian. The first thing he noticed about it was that it didn’t seem like something a Jedi would build. Which was weird, since a Jedi definitely built it. The other thing he noticed is that he couldn’t feel the Kyber crystal in it. Also weird.

When a Jedi youngling was ready to transition to being the padawan to a master, they were sent on a quest to find a Kyber crystal so they could build their own lightsaber. It was a test. The crystal that responded to you would tell the masters what kind of Jedi you would be.

If you were thoughtful, considerate, chose your words carefully, you’d find yourself with a green crystal because you were destined to be a diplomat, carefully in balance with the Force, assuring that life and growth would be the hallmark of your tenure as a Jedi.

If your crystal was a fiery red, you’d find yourself in counseling lickety-split because only Sith ended up with red crystals. They say the crystal bleeds because it doesn’t want to be used that way, but Grogu didn’t buy that at all. The amount of distraction that would cause was immense. He’d seen a couple of the younglings at the temple have problems with their crystals and it wasn’t pretty. They’d gotten hurt by the things and had to spend time in the clinic healing. Plus being counseled.

Grogu had always been able to sense and distinguish a wide variety of Kyber crystals in the various tools and weapons that were powered by them. It was a game that he and Ian used to play when they were on a clean up detail or helping the maintenance techs. Grogu knew that Ian was shocked at how good Grogu was at the game, when instead of betting his favorite foods, he would bet stuff that was veggie adjacent, like salad. Grogu wouldn’t take bets that weren’t for something he was willing to eat, after all. That was all because Grogu had once won all of Ian’s snacks for a week and Ian didn’t want to take a risk like that again. It wasn’t his fault that he knew exactly what powered the stone floor polisher (it was a Krayt dragon pearl).

But as he studied the Darksaber, he realized that it didn’t contain a proper Kyber crystal. That was curious. That could only mean one thing. This light wand that Moff Gideon was waving around had a false Kyber in it. If that was true, it also meant that it was a fake! No Jedi could be tricked into thinking that a false- Kyber crystal was the same thing as a real one. Not even the least sensitive Jedi youngling, like Ian.

Grogu did his best to keep a straight face. He didn’t want Moff Gideon to realize that he knew. The Moff must have known it was fake. A real lightsaber required being attuned to the Force. Even Sith were attuned to the Force, just in a very wrong headed way. But if you weren’t, well, a real lightsaber would just ignore you. Not fight you. Not pretend with you. It just didn’t bother with you. Simple as that.

Which meant that the Darksaber Moff Gideon had was fake because a false-Kyber was more than happy to let you pretend you held an actual lightsaber. Okay. The crystal didn’t care one way or the other, but the person who built a lightsaber with one was happy to trick people. It was powerful enough to do cut through things. Lots of things. And anyone who picked it up could use it. Any one at all.

Now a person who was actually attuned to the Force might have a harder time. They were expecting one thing and definitely got another. They would be fighting with themselves on how to manage the blade and Grogu had no doubt that whoever made the fake saber wanted that to happen as well. If you had to fight a Jedi or Sith, you needed every advantage you could get. Swap that lightsaber out for the one they normally used and they’d get all messed up by it. It was the sort of thing Ian would have done if he’d stuck around the Temple long enough to make his own lightsaber, but then neither of them were able to do that.

Grogu supposed it made sense. Tarre Vizsla didn’t want Mandalorians to use his lightsaber. He had it returned to the Jedi for safekeeping. You needed to be thoughtful and balanced to use that sort of power wisely.

Then the Vizsla’s stole it back, defying their former Mand’alor and proving they were neither wise nor balanced. Then, at some point between those two events, someone had swapped the real one out for a pretty good fake. That person must have known that the Jedi couldn’t protect it forever and the Mandalorians couldn’t be trusted with that power. Whoever they were, they were right.

That just left one question. Where was the real Darksaber? Grogu wondered if he should convince the Mandalorian to go on a quest with him to find it. It seemed like a pretty important thing to do, especially if one of them was to become the next Mand’alor.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #the darksaber

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this-acuteneurosis · 13 days

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YES!! LIGHTSABER!!!! I /thought/ it might be white :^)

I'm gonna be pedantic and say grey-white, but yes. Krayt pearl color.

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redrikki · 1 month

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Mother's Day Master List

Avatar: The Last Airbender & Legend of Korra

Gather Up Every Wayward Lock - The girls do their hair (Katara, Azula, Toph)

Ten-Thousand Words (Which Won't See the Light of Day) - There are things they can't say. There are things they wont say. There are actions which speak louder than words. A series of short stories about the ladies of Legend of Korra. (Katara, Asami, Ikki, Pema, Lin, Senna, Zhu Li, Ginger)

Chips and Blocks - Lin called Toph 'Chif' for years before some well-meaning busybody taught her to say 'Mom' instead. Toph isn't sure what kind of mom she is, but she knows which kind she doesn't want to be. (Toph, Lin)

Sweep, Stir, Slow - When your daughter is the Avatar, motherhood is an exercise in letting go. (Senna/Tonraq, Korra)

Batman Comics

Mother of Pearl - Damian knew nothing about his grandmother aside from the manner of her death. It was time to change that. (Damian Wayne, Martha Wayne)

The Boys

Maybe It's Maybelline - Maybe she's born with it, or maybe it's Compound V. What kind of parent lets someone inject their kid with an experimental superpower serum? (Donna January)

Earth's Children

Only a Motion Away - But the mother and child reunion/Is only a motion away (Durc, Nezzie)

Ms. Marvel (Comics)

After Curfew - Disha Khan lay awake and wondered what she had done that Allah would give her such a daughter. (Disha Khan)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Shadow Over Mystacor - After Shadow Weaver's attack on Mystacor, Adora just wants to relax, but that's hard to do when it's all your fault. (Adora, Glimmer, Bow)

A Song of Ice & Fire

Strange Children In Our Bed - It had been seven long months since Catelyn's husband had been home and in her bed. Theon Greyjoy was the only thing spoiling their reunion. (Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

One Last Leap - Telling his parents he's Spider-Man is a leap of faith Miles can't bring himself to take. (Miles Morales, Rio Morales, Jeff Davis, May Parker)

Star Wars

May the Force Get With You - The night her son is conceived Shmi has the best sex dream of her life. Something with a krayt dragon or a bantha or maybe just a ray of light. Too bad that's not what happens. Turns out, the Force is a lousy lay and a worse father. (Shmi/The Force)

Pain Management - Anger can get a slave killed. Shmi teaches her son some coping strategies. (Shmi, Anakin)

The Force Is In The Details - Continuation of The Force is in the Details. Slavery is as much a state of mind as it is a bomb under her skin. The chance cube lands on red and Shmi struggles with being free. (Shmi, Anakin, Padmé, Qui-Gon)

The Anchor That You Can't Leave Behind - On the queen's yacht headed back to Naboo, Anakin and Padmé miss their mothers but Obi-Wan doesn't get why. (Anakin, Padmé, Obi-Wan)

Domestic Life Was Never Quite My Style - Despite her best efforts, Padmé is pregnant. Now she has a difficult decision to make. (Padme/Anakin)

Second Wind - Ahsoka takes the wrong exit from the world between worlds and ends up with a second chance to save her master. (Ahsoka, Shmi)

Red Fish, Blue Fish - Leia bought an aquarium for her child like her father before her. In a perfect world she could raise Ben to fill his grandfather's legacy. Too bad he had more than one. (Leia Organa, Ben Solo)

The Last Truce We Ever Came To - Darth Vader is dead but he won't leave Leia alone. (Leia Organa, Anakin Skywalker, Ben Solo)

White Collar

Eyes on the Target (The Solid Ground Remix) - Peter asked her to keep an eye on Neal for him while he's stuck in jail. It could be going better. (Diana Berrigan, Neal Caffery, Peter Burke)

#my fic #mother's day #avatar: the last airbender #star wars #batman comics #the boys #she ra and the princesses of power #spider-man #white collar #ms. marvel #a song of ice and fire #earth's children

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ryehouses · 1 year

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crying screaming throwing up for every single boba POV you grace us with

thank you here's one set during chapter 4, "arpat," during the time in which din is like "wow all of that was a little mortifying" and in which boba is like "i don't think anyone is taking care of him. i'd like to take care of him. that's a normal thought and/or feeling to have about a man i've known for like two weeks."

in which boba’s buc’ye is transparent.

Boba drummed his fingers restlessly against the side of the cedru wood chair Fennec had dug up for him and tried not to look like his mind was elsewhere. That was easy enough, in full armor. Boba knew what he looked like, and he knew that beskar never gave anything away. As long as he kept his visor aimed at whoever was speaking, he could let his eyes wander without anyone noticing.

It was better not to be noticed, Boba was learning. The fragile court he’d started to build on the bones of Jabba’s old one was a bit skittish, still, and no one liked it when Boba deviated from his established routine or did something that his guests and staff thought out of the ordinary. Boba’s court liked patterns. Routine. Stability. The Hutts and their retaliation was still a looming threat, but everyone in the palace – the guards by the doors, Noora at the bar, the smugglers and bounty hunters that were starting to turn up like bad wupiupi and the more ordinary people who were starting to trust Boba to handle their problems – was finally starting to settle into a particular sort of habit, and no one wanted to break that habit, or see Boba do something they didn’t expect.

For Boba, checking the corners of a room and keeping an eye on any strangers was an old habit. Checking the mouth of the long, sunlit hallway that led to the turbolift and to Boba’s rooms was not. Neither was looking up at the ceiling like Boba could see through several layers of solid Tatooine sandstone.

Boba couldn’t help but do both, his eyes flickering over to the mouth of the hallway and up to the corner of the ceiling, and was glad that his helmet hid the actions from view, because if Boba's court could see him, they'd probably either dive for cover or quietly disappear, thinking that Boba was too paranoid.

It wasn't that Boba was paranoid. It was that Djarin hadn’t come down yet, and the last time Boba'd seen him, Djarin had been bruised, tired and warier than a wraid, and Boba wanted to make sure that Djarin – Djar'ika, he couldn't help but think, the half-joking nickname stuck like a burr in Boba's head – was alright.

Boba hadn’t really expected Djarin to join the morning court, of course. Djarin was new here. He’d only been on Tatooine for a few days. Boba still didn’t know much about him, not really, though he knew more than he did yesterday. The memory of Djarin’s pulse fluttering underneath Boba’s thumb curled through him, and Boba flicked another look at the sunny hallway.

I should’ve looked in on him this morning, Boba thought. He'd been arguing with himself since he'd woken up this morning, the memory of Djarin's wild eyes – of the sound he'd made when Boba had caught him by the throat, pressed down on the bruise across his leg – burning low in Boba's belly.

That was not a thought that Boba wanted to have while holding court. He tried to focus his attention on his current supplicant – a Devaronian who owned some kind of shop in Mos Eisley and was not thrilled about the idea of paying Boba for protection – and managed to avoid looking at the hall for another few minutes.

He hadn’t looked in on Djarin because Boba wasn’t sure that Djarin would’ve been very happy about it. He’d been less than thrilled about Boba’s attempts to get some bacta on him last night. Less than thrilled with Boba trying to look after him.

If Djarin wanted to rest – if he wanted to hoard his bruises like a krayt dragon with a pearl – that was his business. Boba knew plenty of beings like that, who wanted a hard flogging or harder use and then wanted to savor the marks alone for a while.

And rest, at least, was something that Djarin needed. He’d slept for an hour or so in the kitchens last night, dozing against Boba’s beskar, but the nap hadn’t done much to ease the exhaustion carved into the lines of Djarin’s face.

The urge, not entirely unexpected, to go up and check in on Djarin rose sparked in the back of Boba’s mind again. He flexed a hand against his side.

I don’t know what he needs yet, Boba thought, a little ruefully. That was, he thought, the source of his restlessness. Boba hadn’t wanted to overwhelm Djarin with rules or questions last night. He didn’t much want to bother Djarin now. Boba’d seen for himself just how hard Djarin could hit – he hadn’t wanted to corner Djarin, either last night or this morning, because Boba knew what a cornered Mandalorian was likely to do, and since the Hutts were probably going to try an orbital bombardment at some point or another, Boba wanted to keep the palace as structurally sound as possible for as long as he could.

Still, though. Boba knew that he hadn’t hurt Djarin too badly, but he’d been surprised – and not happy to be surprised – at some of the other, older injuries that Djarin had been carrying around underneath his beskar. With the bacta patch stuck to the back of Djarin's neck, and the way he'd tried to avoid answering Boba when Boba'd asked him if his head had still hurt.

He was with Kryze and her people, Boba thought. They should've made sure Djarin was alright, before sending him off. Kryze had the supplies to make sure that her people were healthy and whole. She'd only taken over an entire karking light cruiser.

But the state of Djarin's old injuries – that wasn't Boba's business. He and Djarin didn't have an agreement set up, not like Boba and Theran did, or Boba and Tavva, or Boba and Brahms. It was entirely possible that Djarin’d just had a run of bad luck since he'd left Kryze, or hadn’t had the clink or the time to properly treat his older injuries.

It’s entirely possible that I’m thinking about sticking my buc’ye into Djarin’s business for no reason, too, Boba tried to tell himself, but he still couldn’t quite squash the instinct to try to sneak more bacta into Djarin’s room, or at least make sure that Djarin hadn’t passed out in the sonic or fled into the desert. It itched at him, deep beneath his armor.

Djarin had fallen asleep, leaning against Boba down in the kitchens. He'd trusted Boba enough with that. To set down his wariness – his distrust of a stranger, common enough in any Mandalorian and more than earned in Djarin's case – for an hour, and to trust Boba to look after him. To protect him.

Boba flexed his hand again.

Fortunately Djarin didn’t seem much like the sort who’d go running off into the desert – he hadn’t run from the Empire, after all, and he hadn’t run last night when Boba’d given him the chance – and the Devaronian kept talking, which gave Boba the chance to drag his mind away from Djarin and the memory of his pulse beneath Boba’s thumb.

He did have to have the Devaronian repeat himself twice, which caught Fennec’s attention, but with his buc’ye on Boba knew that he looked impressive and cold instead of a bit embarrassed.

“Go on,” Boba said. The Devaronian had been complaining about something. Shuttle taxes, Boba thought. He didn’t particularly care. Boba was hardly going to wade into the middle of the Mos Eisley Pilots’ Union just because one Devaronian didn’t want to pay a protection tax to Boba on top of his other municipal burdens. Boba’d rather face a pack of hungry anooba than the MEPU – the anooba’d take fewer bites out of him.

The Devaronian cleared his throat and nervously kept going.

Once he’d finished, another supplicant came forward, and Boba managed to pay more attention to this one. Fennec helped. Boba’s inattention had caught her interest and she came over from where she'd been leaning against the bar, settled herself on one of the arms of his throne, not to be helpful but to figure out what had pulled Boba’s attention away from business. She was nosier than a nexu and just as sharp.

Boba managed to stave off her curiosity for another two supplicants, solving a disagreement over a missing eopie and accepting a protection tax from a moisture farmer out in the sands, before Djarin finally made an appearance, and Boba gave himself away.

Djarin appeared in the doorway in the middle of some Weequay smuggler’s offer of a partnership. Boba caught the glint of his armor out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at Djarin before he could stop himself. Some of the tension in Boba's hand, in his fingers, eased.

Fennec craned around Boba to look at Djarin too. So did just about everyone else in the throne room. A Mandalorian was an impressive sight. Djarin, used to the way eyes caught on him whenever he walked into a room, ignored the attention. He looked at Boba.

Something in Boba preened a little, to be able to catch and hold Djarin's attention. He ignored it and studied Djarin instead, trying to settle all of his unhappy instincts.

He’s alright, Boba thought.

Djarin was fully armored again, upright, his chin up and all of his bruises – his exhaustion – hidden away. Boba wanted to smile underneath his helmet, and then he did, because no one could see him do it. If Djarin had any lingering hesitation about what he’d done with Boba last night, he was hiding it well. He didn’t falter at the mouth of the hallway. He just nodded at Boba, cool as an oasis, and made his way into the throne room.

He’s moving well too, Boba thought, tracking Djarin as he made his way across the throne room, aimed at Noora. Djarin wasn’t limping at all.

Must've given him enough bacta, then, Boba thought, pleased that Djarin'd kept it on long enough to heal. Boba'd half-wondered if Djarin would take the bacta off as soon as he'd left Boba's rooms; he seemed the type.

But Djarin crossed the room like a vine tiger, steady and graceful and not at all bothered by the bruise that Boba knew was still there underneath his beskar. Some sleep had done Djarin good. His armor gleamed. He looked every inch the fearsome Mandalorian bounty hunter, and not at all like he was going to bolt for the desert or put that beskar spear of his through Boba the next time Boba looked at him. Pleasure and relief flickered underneath Boba’s ribs.

Boba watched Djarin for a moment, completely tuning out the Weequay, until Fennec subtly put her elbow into a soft spot underneath Boba’s cuirass and drew his attention again.

The Weequay didn’t notice. Fennec did. She shifted, subtle still, and drew Boba’s eye down to one of her hands, which she put below the lip of the armrest she was sitting on and out of everyone’s view but Boba’s.

WOW, said Fennec, using smaller signs to piece the word together, moving her fingers with all the scorn that a Tusken grandmother could muster, even though Fennec could really only use Tusken sign to swear or insult Boba. REALLY?

Boba, determined not to upset the rest of his court – or to startle Djarin, who was talking to Noora now, awake and alert – decided to ignore her.

#ast asks #ast 'verse pov tag

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starsdies · 2 years

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just me talking out of my ass rn abt my long fic but i love the idea of modern professor obi-wan teaching literature and culture of tatooine at a university, specifically after living there for a few years. it’s usually a planet history that many don’t like to talk abt (out of shame, probably) and obi-wan is one of the only professors to have such an in-depth survey lecture. incomes student anakin who grew up on tatooine and is just super enamored with professor kenobi talking abt his culture and the literature there. he originally joined to see how inaccurate the class would be but… whew he wasn’t ready for obi-wan’s passion and research and devotion to representing a planet history forgotten.

i also adore the idea of tatooine culture having very specific courting rituals and like… maybe anakin starts doing them for his professor to see if he notices. he’ll drop off spices for obi-wan’s usual morning and evening teas and caf, he’ll bring him ancient krayt dragon pearls fashioned with the markings of mateship across the surface. these practices are still well kept secrets, so imagine when obi-wan realizes what these gestures mean. what anakin is doing.

#syl rambles #crying thinking abt anakin teaching obiwan abt these cultural secrets #uwu #obikin #aniobi #headcanon #my writing

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wearewarpriest · 1 year

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Unsubstantiated Headcanon with no basis in confirmed lore and actually disproven by creator statements.

The focusing crystal for the Darksaber is a polished Krayt Dragon Pearl

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indomitus-ferox · 1 year

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muse likes / preferences

favourite fruit(s): muja fruit, namana, starbloom

favourite activities: fighting, sparring, *ahem* adult bedroom activities, working on her ship, spending time with her crew / alliance

favourite flower(s): centaurea, kelari lilies, mycosia flowers, kibo

favourite season(s): summer

favourite insect(s): none

favourite animal(s): varactyl, thranta, rancor, nexu, akk dog, krayt dragon

favourite gem(s): krayt dragon pearl, kyber crystal, corusca gem, meryx

favourite time of day: dusk

tagged by: @fasciinating

tagging: steal it!

#i'm used to getting what i want ↳ ‹ Asha: about ›#outta armour;;

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ma2050blog · 1 year

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Sand People

The Sand People are a race of aliens who live on the planet Tatooine; you may remember them from the Star Wars prequel trilogy, where in “Episode II: Attack of the Clones”, they kidnapped and killed Anakin’s mother Shmi. In the movie, the Sand People are made to seem incredibly inhumane as they pillage villages and keep and kill prisoners, and on the surface, the game does little to dissuade you of this notion.

When you first arrive on the planet the locals in the city of Anchorhead immediately start to warn you of the Sand People; they say that the Sand People are “vicious” and that they regularly attack anybody who leaves the confines of Anchorhead and go into the Dune Sea (a massive desert) beyond. The Czerka corporation (a galaxy-wide corporation who are known for exploiting the areas where they set up base) offer people money for proof that they have killed Sand People in the form of taking their weapons. The Czerka corporation also only allows people with proper authorisation, i.e., a hunting license, to leave Anchorhead as they do not want civilians with weapons leaving the city and being killed by the Sand People due to the fact that the Sand People are known to salvage weapons off of their victims which can cause more damage during their regular raids.

Once you have obtained a hunting license you can go to the Dune Sea, where you are ambushed by several different groups of Sand People. No matter what alignment to the force you have, you are forced to kill the Sand People. Once you have killed them you are able to take their clothing which you can equip yourself and your party with; once you have done this, no other groups of Sand People will bother you unless you directly speak with them. Other groups of non-Sand People can be encountered throughout the desert, and they also tell tales of having been attacked by the Sand People who are well known for utilising peoples’ weapons against them. Progressing further into the Dune Sea, you encounter the Sand People territory which is heavily covered in mines. Once you have managed to avoid the mines you can make your way to the entrance of the Sand People Enclave which is guarded by one of their warriors; depending on your force alignment and dialogue options you can either begin to kill all of the Sand People, or you can use HK-47 (the droid you purchased in Anchorhead) as a translator to gain entry to the Enclave. If you choose the latter option, you are taken through to the Sand People Chieftain who then begins to talk to you through HK-47. Throughout this conversation there are many, many opportunities to accidentally offend the Sand People Chieftain and start a fight; you have to make a conscious effort to keep the peace and work towards getting the Chieftain to release the prisoners that he is holding. The Chieftain agrees to make a deal; if the PC obtains some moisture vaporators (machines which collect water; considered to be very useful on Tatooine which is a desert planet and has limited water available) from the Czerka corporation for him then he will consider releasing the prisoners and scaling back attacks on Czerka. Once you return with the vaporators, the Chieftain will be very surprised and will begrudgingly make peace with you and agree to scale back the attacks.

The Chieftain also states that you and your party are now free to walk around the Enclave but that if you show any disrespect then they will attack you. You are then allowed to free the prisoners inside. If you continue to talk to the Chieftain and ask him about the Star Map that you are searching for then he will tell you its location and give you a special map of the Eastern Dune Sea to show you where it is exactly. If you ask for further information on Sand People culture, he will tell you that he will allow you to meet the Sand People Storyteller if you bring him a Krayt Dragon pearl. Coincidentally, the Star Map is in the back of a krayt dragon’s lair (krayt dragons are giant creatures which live in caves and are incredibly difficult to kill), so you are forced to kill a krayt dragon in order to access it.

By completing this part of the quest, depending on your actions, you leave the cave with either one or two Krayt Dragon pearls and can return to the Sand People Enclave where once again the Sand People Chieftain will be shocked that you have completed his task and returned. From here the Storyteller appears and will begin to tell you the Sand People’s history; once again you must be very careful with your dialogue options because if you interrupt him or ask things out of order or commit blasphemy against their history then he will turn on you and attack. If you successfully manage to not offend the Sand People at any time, then you are free to leave and become the first outsider to learn the Sand People’s full history.

The Sand People are an interesting representation of indigenous people. You go into every encounter with a series of preconceptions and have to be very careful about your interactions in order to not offend them; if you are successful then you are able to learn about their history which intersects with the overall storyline of the game in very interesting ways. They have a solely oral storytelling tradition, which is common in many real-life groups of indigenous people across the globe. However, depending on your choices you can choose to slaughter all of them and never learn any of this. The Sand People represent what many people in the real world fear; something that they do not understand. In our real world, many groups of indigenous people have been killed due to outsiders not respecting them and their traditions, and as such their history and stories have been lost to time. The game makes the Sand People complex and full-fleshed people, rather than just relying on racist stereotypes of indigenous groups. Looking solely at the gameplay experience, you are not encouraged towards either path; what you choose to do reflects you and your own beliefs. In fact, in many gaming forums, people encourage you to slaughter the Sand People, stating that it is their favourite part of the game. This worryingly reflects the common beliefs of the general populace; that things that are difficult to understand must instead be destroyed. KOTOR reminds us that we should instead try our hardest to work with others and that through doing so, we can learn things that may have previously not occurred to us.

#kotor #sand people #tusken raiders

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harrylee94 · 2 years

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In the Footsteps of Luminous Beings - Chapter 24

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Summary: --You—-- a pulling gesture, a pat a their chest, --— child…-- They paused, unsure how to explain further before making claws with their hands and curling them together, like teeth.

“I… pulled you from the dragon?” Cobb repeated, looking back at the Elder’s child with surprise, and then a smile. He had wondered if they had survived the day, and he’d not wanted to admit his difficulty in distinguishing each Tusken from another by asking, but now the question had been answered without it being asked. --You…-- He gave them a double thumbs up.

They seemed to understand, and they nodded. --Thank you.--

Notes: I've been looking forward to this chapter for SO LONG!!!

TW mention of the Tusken massacre.

Chapter 23

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Pearl Shard

He never did find out what Mando had wanted to tell him, if he'd wanted to say anything at all. He’d lingered for one more day, giving Cobb the chance to teach Grogu how to call very small objects to himself and also to send them away with some help from Ben, but it really was just rehashing things he’d already known.

Mando had headed off with the dawn the next morning (after another shared night in bed, one where Cobb was able to do more of the looking after this time) saying something about incurring a high fee at hanger 3.5, and he took his kid and the krayt meat on his bike and left with a promise to return.

That was almost a week ago now, and while things were returning to how things once were, there were a few changes, the approaching Sand People being one of them, along with a somehow familiar tugging in the Force.

There was still some general nervousness around the idea of being allies, if not yet friends with the Tuskens, but Cobb was determined to lead by example.

When the Sand People arrived he was the first to meet them, using the very little he knew of their language to welcome them, though he thought it best not to torture anyone with his attempts at vocalisations considering how it had left Mando in a shaking heap on his bedroom floor. They, in return, were surprised but pleased, going so far as to help correct his gestures, which had apparently been ever so slightly off.

With a bit of difficulty and a lot of gesturing, the Sand People began to interact with the rest of the town, some of them recognising them from the battle with the krayt dragon and happily sparking what Cobb hoped would one day be friendships. Gribb was still having issues, but he was at least accepting their presence now.

Eventually it became impossible to keep an eye on everyone at once, some of them heading indoors or simply out of sight, so he stopped trying, trusting that his people would not ruin the peace. It was good to just step back for a change, to simply trust that things would be alright. It made him a little nervous, but a distraction soon pulled his attention away.

Two of the Sand People had remained behind with the banthas — more than two in reality, but two that counted — and they had waited until the others had gone before they finally made their approach. One walked stiffly, an Elder, older still than the one Cobb had shared a fire with the week before, and the other was younger, helping them walk until they came to a stop before him.

<<The suns shine upon you, Red Hunter,>> the Elder said as their companion stepped aside, though their hand remained at their back for support.

<<The moons light your way,>> Cobb replied, bowing his head in respect.

The Elder nodded back and tapped their friend, signing something before realising that Cobb didn’t rasp what they were saying. They patted their friend again, then themselves with an open hand, then made a movement with their hand like they were patting the head of someone smaller, and then once more they patted their friend.

“Your… child?” Cobb guessed, cradling his arms and rocking them like he had a baby, and pointed at the friend.

The Elder nodded, and patted the air twice again, which Cobb repeated to remember. He greeted the Elder’s child with another respectful nod, but the Elder had more to say.

<<You—>> a pulling gesture, a pat a their chest, <<— child…>> They paused, unsure how to explain further before making claws with their hands and curling them together, like teeth.

They seemed to understand, and they nodded. <<Thank you.>>

Some further gesturing ensued, but by the end of it Cobb understood that they wanted to give him a gift. He’d never particularly liked the idea of receiving gifts from people he’d helped in the past, but he didn’t want to hurt their relations, so he waited as the Elder’s child pulled a leather necklace from beneath their robe.

And on the end of it was tied a shard of the krayt dragon’s pearl.

He gasped, the pull of it just as insistent as it has always been, if not even more so now, even more clear, even more perfect, harmonising with a piece of him he hadn’t even realised had been calling out. When it was placed in his hand, he could swear it emitted the softest glow.

The Elder made a noise, a sound of what Cobb would have called awe, and he looked up to blink unexpected tears from his eyes.

They signed something, but Cobb could just about make out what they meant; you hear the Force. They probably said something other than that, but whatever they called it, it meant the same thing.

He swallowed and nodded, then looked down at the shard again as it suddenly hit him; he knew what this was for.

“Come with me,” he said, ushering them to follow as he stepped back.

The Elder’s child seemed hesitant, but the Elder themself seemed eager, and urged their family onward.

Cobb led the way through town, making sure to remain at a slow enough pace that the Elder could keep up without falling behind, but soon enough they made it to his home. He stepped inside first, pulling out a chair for the Elder to sit in, but quickly went to his room to gather a box from beneath his bed.

He’d collected bits and pieces over the years, things that had just felt like he needed them, like they were important, plus one or two nicknacks that just looked interesting, and he put them all in a box a little bigger than a toolbox. It had travelled with him everywhere he lived, until it ended up under his bed. He could never figure out why he needed these things before, or rather he’d had his suspicions but he’d never been sure, but now he'd never been more certain.

When he returned to the living space, he followed his instincts and settled himself on the floor, setting the box in front of him and opening the lid to reveal the various parts within. Taking another steadying breath, he held the pearl shard in his hand and closed his eyes.

The Force danced around him, excited and happy, and he listened to the song the pearl shard hummed. It felt like it was singing a shape around it, calling for parts to complete it, and there was an echo of replies before him, thin sounds that didn’t create sounds of their own but promised to amplify this one, to focus and hone it.

The Sand People gasped as he tugged each of those pieces from the box, other odds and ends falling aside as Cobb started to shift and turn each of them as he listened to their resonance. Screws and pins and circuit boards and power cores slotted into place, casings and wires, winding in and out of one another, coiling and fusing and encasing. The shard in his clasped fingers shuddered, itching to join the dance, but he held tight.

All other pieces finally slid into place, a leather strip winding around it, until, finally, the only piece missing was the one he still held in his hand. He exhaled slowly, allowing his grip on the force to fade, and he opened his eyes.

The hilt still floated in the air before him, the dark blue-green-black sheen of the metal a contrast to the deep blood red of the leather wrapped around a good half of it. There were strips of silver that held the switch and adjusting nodes, and he could just see a piece of wood peeking out from beneath the leather. Reaching out, he took the hilt, and looked down at it and the pearl shard in his hands.

Were he to set the shard in the hilt he knew it would work, a gap left within to place it, but with the past he knew this sort of weapon had with his new allies, he couldn’t be the one to put it there.

The Tuskens remained by the table, the Elder sat in the chair still, though their child seemed to be struggling to remain standing, gripping at the chair’s back. Cobb approached them slowly after rising to his feet with a groan, and presented the hild and pearl shard to them. The Elder took the hilt with shaking hands while their child accepted the shard, holding it close to examine it before saying something to their child.

Cobb allowed them their discussion, waiting patiently until the Elder turned back to him.

They swung the hilt, as though wielding it, and Cobb nodded solemnly, pointing from the shard to the hilt to show it was supposed to go inside. They swung the hilt again and patted their chest, and a sign Cobb recognised, kill, before waving over their head, as though something had gone past them. Cobb nodded again, understanding that they were referring to the masacre, a story he had heard from Ben thanks to his time talking with one of them.

The Elder looked at the hilt again. <<... You no kill us.>>

Cobb shook his head again. “I… protect.”

He gestured pulling someone away from the krayt dragon, then pointed at the hilt, hoping that would work. The Tuskens spoke to one another again, but nodded, the child helping the Elder to their feet before ushering him outside.

They stepped out into the thoroughfare again, Cobb keeping pace with them until they came to a stop in what was the centre of the town. Several of the townsfolk and Sand People watched, curious, but then the Elder called out, a shout that would have been heard all through Mos Pelgo, more emerged, until almost every member of the tribe and most of the town was present.

The Elder then began to speak, telling a story Cobb assumed, one that eventually led to his part in rescuing their child from being eaten. The story continued then, and while Cobb couldn’t understand what was being said, when the hilt he had just created was revealed, several Tuskens made sounds of anger, and he stiffened. However, the Elder spoke more, their hand falling on Cobb’s shoulder, and those sounds faded until they had vanished entirely, at which point they gave the hilt back to him.

With further guidance, the Elder ushered their child forwards urging them to ‘come together’. With the two of them close, he could see the Tusken he’d saved unravelling the pearl shard from the necklace, and they held it aloft. By the time they brought it back down, Cobb had opened the hilt to reveal the slot, and they set it in place.

With a final click, his sabre was complete, and with the permission of the Elder he ignited it.

A blade of pure white shot out from the end, the hum of it bringing a pleasant buzz. It felt more a part of him than it did a weapon, and with a smile he held it aloft.

His people and the Sand People raised their voices as one, cheering at the new symbol of their unity, the first of many, he hoped. He was complete at last, and now he could celebrate it with everyone who’d made it possible.

Almost everyone.

When Mando returned to town, he would have to properly thank him.

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LIGHTSABER!!! COBB HAS A LIGHTSABER!!! WHOO HOO!!!!

Chapter 25

#writing #fiction #fanfic #fanfiction #mandalorian fic #the mandalorian #cobb vanth #tusken raiders #force sensitive cobb vanth #lightsaber #tw for mentions of the tusken massacre

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padawansuggest · 2 years

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Have you ever actually gone pearl hunting in fairly untouched areas? Yeah so oyster’s can have upwards of 20 pearls in them.

Krayt dragons eat rocks much like dinosaurs used to and I’m sure certain animals today do, because rubbing them against what they eat in their stomach is a vital part of their digestive process. Without these rocks inside they can’t properly eat their food cause it doesn’t crush up right. By this usage they probably eat a ton of rocks a year. Like tons of them.

These rocks, when retrieved, (harvested from their nests or their corpse) are now perfectly smooth and round and force imbued, canonically, these pearls, which started as normal rocks, can be used as lightsaber crystals for VERY powerful sabers, and can sell for upwards of 100k credits, all of which implies the Krayt itself is actually force imbued somehow.

On Tatooine, Ben was asked to slay a Krayt dragon that had been eating people. Instead, Ben calmed and soothed it. He let it live.

All of this leads me to a few conclusions: Ben Kenobi who lives on Tatooine as the richest bitch in the system (because he’s farming like 20 pearls a week from his buddy to pay for her meals) who’s terrorizing Jabba the Hutt by hiring Mandalorian bounty hunters to take his forces out. He’s even taking out other Hutts in the system because they’re trying to help Jabba. Ben has a Krayt dragon on call and is letting Jabba know it by force. He’s ready to take that bitch down and end slavery in a single strike.

Also he’s fixing up pearls so he can send them to Bail with instructions to send them to ‘the nearest Jedi in - system’ because he’s meditating with them so the force tells him where they’re goin. He’s helpin Jedi keep their sabers n givin the new kiddos them too.

Also Hondo is probably there as his middle man. Even if Vader was directly confronted by knowing Hondo’s working with Ben, he’s probably gonna go ‘not today, Satan’ and walk off. He’s not equipped to deal with that one.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #krayt dragon #Krayt pearls #ben kenobi

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lillikoifish · 6 months

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Did you know krayt dragon pearl can be used as a kyber crystal in a lightsaber? Its true!

#mando rewatch #the mandolarian #star wars #lightsaber

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burnwater13 · 9 months

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“Grogu! Come on buddy. We have a fare to take to Cantonica.”

Din’s voice was cutting through the music Grogu was playing in his cabin and Grogu knew that meant he’d lost all track of time. He shut the music off and called back, “Okay, Dad!”

Grogu liked Cantonica and he hoped they could hang around long enough to visit the fathier herds or maybe spend a day surfing. He was getting better at all the time.

Grogu left his cabin and trotted over to the Portside ramp and waited for his dad to give him further instructions.

“Okay, pal, they will using cabins one and two and stow all their supplies and equipment in the port hold number 2.”

“Awe, Dad! My rock collection is in that hold. I’ll have to move the whole thing first. Do you know how long that took to set up just right?” Grogu complained.

His dad sighed. “Fine. Put their things in starboard hold number 2 and on the way to Cantonica you can move your collection to hold 4 in the back.”

“Fine. Whatever you want, Dad.”

Grogu knew that he was pushing things with his dad, but this always happened. He’d get the rock collection set up and have it all recorded and cataloged so he could easily add more samples and then his dad would make him move it all for some fare. Even when he relented, like today, Din still found a way for the work to be harder.

Starboard side hold was a pain to operate and his dad knew it. His dad also knew that he’d never move the Mandalorian armor out of hold 4 in the back, so instead, once they off loaded the fare, he’d be moving the rock collection into the starboard number 2 hold the way his dad asked him to the last time. That meant he wouldn’t have time to go surfing. Uff. Mandalorian’s were really hard task masters.

As Grogu began to move the supplies into the starboard hold, he could hear IG-11 talking to his dad.

“Bounty Hunter, Din Djarin, the weapons have been stowed in the secondary weapons control cabinet per your protocol. Would you like to me initiate the carbonite chamber?”

“No, IG, I would not. These people are not bounties and I am no longer a bounty hunter. I’m a taxi driver. You know that. Proceed to the bridge and initiate engine checks and pre-flight programs.”

Grogu laughed at that. His dad had been trying to retrain IG-11 for as long as they both knew him. Kuiil had been a big help, but the Ugnaught was at a family reunion and wasn’t there to help with additional training.

“Grogu? Buddy, are you done with stowing their supplies?” Din’s voice rang through the shipyard.

“I just need another minute Dad! They brought bicycles with them. They’re a little tricky to pick up with the Force.”

Grogu was telling a bit of a white lie with that. He’d set the bikes in place first. He just wanted to watch the progress as Alderaan was continuing to be rebuilt. He was glad that Anakin had been able to stop the evil Lord Sidious from destroying such a pretty place. Damage had been done, to be sure, but nothing as horrible as what had been planned for that world.

He did just that. Watched for another minute, closed up the hold and made his way back into the ship. He really liked the YT-1300 light freighter. It was fast. It was comfortable. And his dad had finally agreed to start teaching him how to fly it. Grogu just needed IG-11 to help him dad make the adjustments to the flight controls and 2nd pilot’s seat so Grogu could actually reach all the controls without having to use the Force. He much preferred to reserve those powers for things that mattered, like making food that wasn’t rations and growing the small pot of lilies his mom asked him to take whenever they went on a long trip.

Grogu went to the bridge of the Krayt Pearl to check in with his dad.

“All done, Dad. Do you need me to do anything else?”

“Take a look around, buddy.” Din was laughing and IG-11 allowed itself to make a similar sound. It didn’t sound as good, but it was the thought that counted.

Grogu looked around and the bridge modification had been completed. What!? Yippee! Din was going to teach him how to fly the ship!

“Hey, kid. Buddy? Don’t stand so close to that flame.”

Flame? What flame? Womp rats!

Grogu looked around and realized that he’d been day dreaming again. Dank Farrik! He really liked that dream. Maybe he could talk his dad into being a taxi service?

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #Not a Taxi Service

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