#(I just don’t think the clones are mandalorian and I don’t think most of them would want to be)

[mutalune]

my clone culture headcanon is that they have almost no traditional mandalorian ties, they picked up almost nothing culturally/linguistically from the mandalorian trainers, but the one thing they DID get were endearments/affectionate and-or comforting words/etc.

b/c 1) that was the only way the trainers could somewhat express affection for their favorites without getting dinged for being too attached to them since no one there actually spoke mando’a 2) kaminoans would be Unhappy if the clones expressed affection openly so secret language words were the only way to safely verbalize caring and loving, so they picked up on those few kind words VERY quickly

(The way I see it working is that the trainers had favorites, would occasionally say something like “chin up, hang in there, good job kiddo,” and said favorites picked up those terms without actually ever getting Direct Translations of what they mean. So they get the words and some context but have to jumble it together themselves and pronunciation and meaning change the further away it spreads from the original favorites - because all of this is spread in private, quietly, until it grows its own legs in different iterations with different battalions imho

like they know adding -‘ika to a name is affectionate and feels like a diminutive but they don’t know what it means exactly and sometimes plug it into names in grammatically odd ways, so instead of “Trap’ika” you get “Trapper’ika” which sounds more like “Trapperka” when you’re talking fast.)

(i’m just a fan of gentle soft pet names and showing affection quietly and how love finds a way and how the clones can take what little scraps they were given and make it their own)

[riyo-soka]

I personally don’t love the fanon concept that clones are -or view themselves as- Mandalorians. I think there are traditions and sayings that they incorporate into their own lives, but I’ve never believed that being Mandalorian would matter as much as the battalion they belong to, their training batch, or even which Jedi they serve with. Because the mandalorians are Jango Fett’s people, and he never considered the men on Kamino who share his blood to be the same. The clones addressing each other in Mando’a or painting Jaig eyes on their armour is at its most compelling when it’s an act of defiance. A way of cobbling together an identity their creators actively denied them.

[frostbitebakery]

LOUD.

“It’s a,” and here Cody bites his lips, scratches the side of his nose.

“A?” Obi-Wan prompts gently. Keldabe Kiss doesn’t, objectively, sound too dirty. What’s in a name etc. but when Cody had said, if Obi-Wan is game, they could try something, Obi-Wan had kept his expectations open.

“It’s a headbutt,” Cody wrings out of himself after another few seconds.

On the list of things Obi-Wan had, after all, expected to some degree, this isn’t one of them. He keeps silent. “You want to give me a concussion?” He’s great at being silent, turns out. “Or vice versa?”

Cody is already shaking his head, foot gently shoving his helmet further away from them. “No! It’s a sign of affection…”

Only in the Mandalorian culture, Obi-Wan thinks fondly. “Explain it to me,” he signs, eyes crinkling despite himself.

Cody huffs, leans back against the wall behind his bunk. Most of his armor is stacked on its stand. The helmet on the floor near them because Cody had been fiddling with the antennas when he’d gripped it with both hands, stared at the visor, and asked if Obi-Wan knew what a Keldabe Kiss was.

Obi-Wan sits cross-legged in front of him, restless fingers playing with the starched to death blanket. The mask is on and he wishes it weren’t. The last engagement had knocked the air right out of his lungs when a Hyena-class suddenly dropped down on them and delivered proton bombs on mass. He ended up gasping and on his back after the action was over, so for now the mask stays on.

Cody adjusts the hem on the t-shirt he’s wearing, the bandage no longer peeking out when he’s done. “I’m stalling.”

“I noticed,” Obi-Wan signs back, knocks his shin against Cody’s and lets it rest there.

“Growing up,” Cody begins after a few long moments where he’s watched their legs touch, “we’d sometimes see the Template put his forehead against Boba’s. Gently,” he adds, crooked smile for Obi-Wan’s concussion related fears. His voice turns wistful and Obi-Wan’s heart aches. “We didn’t— most of us didn’t want to be in his place. The Template hadn’t been popular with the clones long before he rejected us. But something about that gesture…”

The gentleness of it in contrast to the cold, neutral environment they’d been growing up in. The obvious affection of it had been calling them. One of the trainers had let it drop what it was named. And over time they had been able to put together a definition.

“You headbutt your enemy to get out of close quarters engagement,” Cody explains. “You have to be aware how you hit them so you don’t injure yourself while inflicting the maximum amount of damage to your opponent.”

“Is that why your nose is a bit,” Obi-Wan signs, pointing at the crook of his own nose just above the mask.

“Wolffe’s head is harder than his bucket,” Cody mutters, thumb stroking over Obi-Wan’s ankle absently.

The other definition, the one the clones had mostly embraced, the one that brought warmth and solidarity into their midst when no one else provided it, that one was based on affection. Clacking your helmets together after the heat of a battle, a job well done. Bringing your foreheads together to be there, to mourn together, to show the other isn’t alone. To remind the other they’re loved.

“It’s also a proxy for a kiss,” Cody explains, color high in his cheeks which makes Obi-Wan’s heart squirm in his chest. They’ve had sex a few possible and impossible ways and yet Cody is blushing over explaining a kiss. It’s sweet and touching and— “You can’t kiss when you wear buckets,” Cody says, “and sometimes you can’t kiss at all for various reasons. So it’s— it’s a kiss by proxy,” he ends, shrugging helplessly and aborted.

Obi-Wan waits as the question builds up inside Cody, firming the strokes of his thumb, the determination in his spine. He waits while Cody is stealing his breath.

“Can I kiss you?”

[kookyburrowing]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thus: the predicament.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you’re Pong Krell?  

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

[0h0possum]

A Codywan and How to Train Your Dragon crossover that turned into a the Mandalorians factions are dragons AU, because I can never just do something simple and for the heck of it.

If you’re not interested the AU lore, leave now or suffer my rambling lol.

Basically, the idea is that Mandalorians started as a race that could shift into dragons. The Mand’alor line and those of most influence were notably ‘Fury’s (for example Mand’alor Tarre Viszla was a Nightfury and so is his generational line). But over time most Mandolorians who could shift were killed off or just lost the ability as more non-shifter Mandolorians married in. Eventually only a few of the Fury’s were around, and when Mandalore split most chose factions lead by the remaining Fury lines. AKA: the New Mandalorians/Lightfury’s, the Haat Mando'ade or True Mandalorians/Duskfury’s, and the Kyr’tsad or Death Watch/Nightfury’s.

Basically this also helps explain (in my head) why Mandalorians would follow Death Watch (terrorists) or the New Mandalorians (Intense Pacifist). It’s because they see those lines that can still shift as chosen leaders or a physical embodiment of the Ka’ra’s will.

How is Obi-Wan a shifter though? Well in this AU he’s the son of Tor Viszla. Long story short, early on when Obi-Wan was born he displayed being force sensitive, and Obi-WAN’s mom (Tor’s wife??? Idk it’s not important to the story) basically went ‘Aw hell naw’ and tried to drown Obi-Wan. Only to be stopped by a traveling Jedi who stole Obi-Wan and saved him. Totally unaware that this baby was Mandalorian, the son one of the biggest Mandalorian factions, AND also one of the last few existing Mandalorian dragon shifters. (Also Obi-Wan’s mom doesn’t want to admit that she lost Obi-Wan to a Jedi and just tells Tor that he was force sensitive and she succeeded in drowning him).

Maybe I’ll get into it later but basically Obi-Wan grows up as normal in the Temple, but obviously at some point he shifts and has the biggest panic of his life. But with help from friends (Quinlan, Garen, Siri, and Bant) he figures out shifting (enough to control it) and helps keep it a secret (Mandalorians and Jedi still don’t have best relations and Obi-Wan is paranoid about being kicked out of the Order anyways *cough cough Brandomeer cough cough Melinda/Daan*). To be clear, Obi-Wan isn’t like ashamed of what he is. He just doesn’t want the judgments of coming from CLEAR Mandalorian roots, and Death Watch at that. Plus he kinda just decides to not think about how he’s pretty much definitely related to well known terrorist Tar and Pre Viszla, because then he doesn’t have to address it. Besides he’s happy as a Jedi.

Anyways, NOW CODY-

So without getting to detailed (mission failed lol) all the clones ARE shifters (Duskfury’s just like Jango Fett), but they have it suppressed by the Kaminoans (probably part of their chips? I haven’t thought it fully out yet). BUT THINGS HAPPEN, probably Cody and Obi-Wan get stranded alone somewhere for a long time and Cody gets his chipped fucked up somehow, and now he’s shifting into a dragon???? And scaring the shit out of both him and Obi-Wan. But Obi-Wan exposes himself as a dragon shifter as well to comfort Cody and show that he will keep his secret. Plus he clearly understands him. (At this point they both are under the impression the clones aren’t shifters, and think Cody is just an outlier and “late bloomer” so to speak). Cue them learning how to be dragons together and be comfortable in their other form.

And eventually they get rescued and find out somehow all the clones are shifters, and therefore find the chips and discover Palpatine’s plan, SO THE GALAXY IS SAVED!

(Additionally the clones get rights and go to form their own society/group (Obi-Wan comes with to be with other dragons, but mostly to be with Cody), and they form an alliance with the New Mandalorians and accidentally unit Mandalore purely by the three Fury types (Nightfury/Obi-Wan, Duskfury/Cody, Lightfury/Satine) being around each other lol.

[gffa]

As I continue my rewatch my frustration with the timeline of The Mandalorian is not eased by having two seasons under our belts or more information on the Children of the Watch because there’s a very central question that haunts me:  Why does everyone act like Mandalorians not removing their helmets is the default and never mention any other way? To establish a timeline, centering the first season of The Mandalorian as year zero: - 28-31 years ago, the Clone Wars take place, which is likely when Din’s parents were killed and he was adopted by Death Watch - 11 years ago, the events Rebels takes place, in which Sabine gives the dark saber to Bo-Katan, who unites the Houses to rebel against the Empire - 9 years ago, the events of A New Hope take place - ?? years ago the Great Purge, the Night of a Thousand Tears happens, where the Empire wipes out the Mandalorians (this is likely somewhere around 10 years ago, but could be anywhere in this timeline) - 5 years ago, the Empire fell in the events of Return of the Jedi In the first episode, Mythrol asks if it’s true you guys never take off your helmets.   In episode 2, Kuill says he’s never met a Mandalorian, he’s only heard stories about them (and their battle skill is implied).  In episode 3, Paz Vizsla says that the beskar was from the Great Purge, the reason they live like sand rats now.  In episode 4, Cara asks what happens if Din takes off his helmet, despite that he never told her that about himself, but she has no mention of any other type of Mandalorian. The thing is:  The Mandalorians we know from The Clone Wars and Rebels were running around the galaxy eleven ago at minimum (likely less even!).  And the Empire has been gone for five of those years.  Which means, even if the Empire would have suppressed knowledge of the Mandalorians (and there’s no suggestion that they did, nor an obvious reason to), it wasn’t just within living memory, it was only a five or six year period where they would have had time to do so. So, within those eleven years, did the galaxy forget that any other kind of Mandalorian exists?  The Children of the Watch were wiped out in the same Great Purge, so it’s not like they sprung up in place of other types of Mandalorians, and they’ve lived in hiding ever since.  But are apparently common enough that people know they don’t take their helmets off, ever? I can believe that, despite that Din is fairly aware of the state of the galaxy (he knows the New Republic is a joke when Greef suggests reporting the Imperial remnants to them), he’s extremely unaware in other ways.  I can believe that even when the Mandalorians were running around the galaxy eleven years ago and he would have been in his 20s at earliest, more likely in his 30s, that the Watch was all he knew, he’s not a chatty guy, and somehow he avoided running into any other Mandalorians during the years of the Empire before Bo-Katan united the Houses. What I’m forever ??? about is how do people around Din seem to accept his religious rules as the default on Mandalorians?  Are we just supposed to think that everyone else knows most Mandalorians weren’t like that but don’t say anything because they know Din does follow those rules?  Are we supposed to think that they were killed off and eleven years is long enough that nobody remembers anything but the Children of the Watch version of Mandalorians, despite that all of them would have been plenty old enough to remember? My frustration is that people seem extremely aware that Mandalorians exist and understand that they don’t take their helmets off, they’ve “heard the stories” or they know tidbits about them.  I get that the Empire suppressed and changed knowledge of the Jedi, they had ~20 years of propaganda and Palpatine made a hardcore point of it because he didn’t want anyone else to have access to the Force.  And if all knowledge about Mandalorians had been wiped, okay, sure, maybe there was a reason. But people are aware Mandalorians exist!  They’ve heard the stories!  They know details about Din’s version of Mandalorians!  How do they know that, but nobody seems to be aware that Din’s not the default?  Or are they just extremely aware of the difference between the Houses of Mandalore and the Children of the Watch and so they know Din’s different, but they’re not interested in asking about other Mandalorians, only Children of the Watch? I just don’t really see how the galaxy goes from what we knew during the Clone Wars and Rebels to the state of the galaxy re: Mandalorians in The Mandalorian.  If nobody mentioned it and Din was unaware, sure, but multiple people around him seem like Din’s version is default and, like, JON, DAVE, I WATCHED REBELS, I KNOW THE STATE OF THE GALAXY, COME ON.

[tunkers05]

knight in shining beskar, pt. 1 | din djarin x princess!reader

A/N: i've been rewatching mandalorian and I needed to write something about him. feedback is very much appriciated!

tags: canon divergence, afab reader, reader is mentioned to have hair but not much more of a physical description than that

wc: 2k ish

Sweat dripped down my brow as I ran through the wooded jungles of Adelphi. My dress is being snagged on branches, but I don’t have time to think about this. Just hours ago I was with my fiance visiting the New Republic base here. Now I am running away from New Republic soldiers all because my husband has lied to me, and them. I can hear their speeders catching up to me, even with my large jumpstart. 

I felt my luck changing as I saw a large silver ship with the hull open. I turned behind me and saw none of the soldiers behind me yet. I made a beeline for the ship. I quickly turned my head and saw the refresher door. It was cramped but would serve as my hiding spot until the Republic passed me. I tried catching my breath while staying silent. I was praying to the gods that whoever owned this ship wouldn’t choose now to shower. Right as I had that thought, I heard the thuds of boots coming down a ladder. I held my breath and closed my eyes tightly. 

“Can I help you?”, I heard a modulated voice say. For a moment, I thought they had found me out. I was quickly proved wrong by hearing two other distinct voices.

“Hello. We are looking for a runaway. Have you seen anyone lurking around?”, A gruff voice said. I recognized this one as the person who was chasing after me. 

“No. It is just me.”, the previous voice responded. I felt a sigh quietly escape and relief washes over me. There was a long quiet pause until I heard the Republic soldiers say thanks and leave. I stayed still, waiting for the ship’s owner to slowly return to where they were. It seemed like that would never come. The assumed 30 seconds felt like hours. 

The silence was broken by the same robotic voice from earlier, “They’re gone. Can you come out now and tell me why you’re on my ship?”. A stark chill ran through my body but I couldn’t make myself move. I felt like prey facing a predator, and I wasn’t even sure what the predator was. I guess too long had passed because the voice spoke up again, “I won’t ask again.”. I let out a shaky breath and pressed the button to open the refresher door. Slowly I walked out and was taken aback by who stood in front of me.

He was tall, taller than most people. Honestly, maybe he wasn’t and it was just his bulky shiny armor. I couldn’t see his face, but his puncturing gaze was there all the same. I had never seen anyone dressed like him. The clone troopers of the Empire were the closest I could think of, but something told me this person was different. Again, the person in front of me was annoyed by my actions and gruffly spoke, “I thought I made myself clear. What are you doing on my ship?”.

His tone was one that struck primal fear into me. Judging by his aura, I was right to think of myself as prey in this situation. I meekly spoke, “My name is (y/n) Organa..  I am a princess from Alderaan.”.

His stance did not change as he processed what I had said, “Alderaan is gone. It has been for a long time.”

“I know. I am related to Leia Organa. Well not really, my parents are Bail and Breha Organa. And her parents are them but she is still my sister. I mean I haven’t seen her in a long time. Not since I was a child because I was sent away, so I wasn’t on Alderaan when it was destroyed. Obviously, because here I am”, I said quickly. I feared if I couldn’t prove who I was, then I would be killed and I was avoiding that. It felt like that was coming to fruition because he didn’t say anything for a long time. He just looked at me with his shiny helmet and vacant visor. 

He broke the silence, “And why were you running from the Republic?”

The whole day came crashing down on me. This was the first moment I had been able to process what had happened. I wasn’t really sure what had happened and I was scared that would be my downfall in this situation. “My husband had lied to them. They thought we had loyalty to them and I guess he didn’t.”, I explained. 

“You didn’t do anything yet you’re on the run.”

“I know what it sounds like! My husband and I, we aren’t close. I don’t know much about him, let alone his business!”, I said in my defense. And we were back to him just looking at me, and for some reason that made me more mad than being chased and shot at. “Listen, one moment I was sitting alone eating lunch, and next thing I know sirens are going off and my aid is telling me to run. I didn’t really have time to explain to them that I wasn’t associated with my husband’s lies.” He paused even longer than before while I stood there seething. First I am betrayed by a man I’ve spent years with, then I get chased through the woods in my favorite pale blue dress and flats, and now I am being interrogated by someone who seems to have no sympathy for my cause. And yeah, maybe I did trespass onto his ship, but I needed to care only about myself at that moment. 

“Are you lying to me?”, he asks after our longest bout of silence yet.

“What do I have to gain from lying?”

“Lack of accountability from your actions.”, he said with what almost sounded like an amused scoff.

“I know you don’t know me, but I can swear to you on all the gods that I know absolutely nothing about what is going on. I barely talk to my husband, so how could I be a part of whatever he did? I just needed to get away from the Republic, and your ship was the only cover I could find.”, I said as calmly as I could. I still felt the adrenaline coursing through me as I waited for his response. I don’t know why I cared so much that he believed me. I think it started with not wanting to be killed but it seems to have morphed in me. I needed him to believe me, just to have someone believe me. 

He sighs, “Okay. Now you have to leave. They have probably left by now.”

This might have been the worst thing he could have said. Where would I go? I wouldn’t know where to start, this is the first time I have been on this planet. Surely they won’t stop looking for me, and I have no doubt my husband would sell me out if he could. These racing thoughts did nothing to soothe the beating of my heart. “I can’t. They will… kill me if they find me, or do something worse than that. I don’t even know where I would go. I haven’t spoken to my sister in years,” I said as I felt an anxious sweat bead on my brow. 

The silver-plated man placed his hands on his hips, “That is not my problem. “

“Maybe I could come with you! I could find my sister and stay with her!”, I pleaded, as this was the only idea I could come up with. He obviously was not amused in the slightest at this proposition. “Please! I can pay you! I’m a princess, and not because of who I married,” I felt desperation creeping up on me. This really was my only option. I could almost see the gears turning in his head as I mentioned money. 

“You said you’re an Organa?”

“Yes! My sister’s name is Leia.”

He released another deep sigh, “I will take you to her, nothing else. And it will cost you 2000 credits. It’s not a cheap business to potentially make enemies of the New Republic.”

“Done. I promise”, I replied, not making any attempt to hide my relief. 

“Do you know where she is?”

“The last I heard she was on Chandrila with family.” I hadn’t spoken to Leia, but I still tried to keep tabs. I know of the important part she played in the destruction of the Death Star and everything before that. I also knew of her husband and son. Chandrila used to be the New Republic base, but it has since moved. Leia and her family still stayed there after the birth of her son Ben. Like I said, I had kept tabs. 

“A trip from the Outer Rim to the Core Words is a long one, even in hyperspace.”

“I can throw in another thousand credits”, I said quickly, not wanting to give him even an opportunity to take back his promise, “You have my word. I will pay you 3000 credits, and be out of your hair as soon as I can be.”

“Okay, deal. But you don’t ask for any detours and I drop you off, nothing more”, he said with a stern voice. As if I would try to take advantage of this situation. I still wasn’t sure this man wouldn’t kill me the moment I let my guard down. 

“I promise I will not make this hard for you,” right as I finished my sentence I heard a small cooing from the bunk area of the ship. I turned back to the man in confusion. 

“That is my… son. You are not to mess with him,” he said, opening the bunk and holding a small green baby. My heart melted at the sight of the child. The kid grumbled again at the realization of a new person. 

“I promise I won't. I love kids! I can babysit for you! I’m sure he is just the sweetest little guy.” I resisted the urge to reach out to him, even though I wanted to hold the little guy so much. 

“Maybe.”, the man said as he set the child down. The child immediately rushed to my legs and cooed up at me. “Hey kid, leave her alone,” the man said sternly.

I crouched down and scratched under his chin, “Oh he's okay! He’s not doing anything wrong.” The child leaned into my touch, and I felt a warmth of joy spread over me. I never had any interest in having kids, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get along with them. After a long beat of silence, I realized I didn’t know the name of the man I was with. “So, um, what is your name? I should at least know that if I’m going to be on your ship for a little while.”

He paused oddly long for what I seemed to think was a very easy question, “I am a Mandalorian.”

I tilted my head at this. I had only really heard of Mandalorians but not in a long time. I thought they were all gone. “That’s cool but what is your name?”, I said as I continued to play with the child who was now messing with my hair. 

“You can call me Mandalorian.”

I scrunch my nose at that, “Can I call you Mando?”

“Yes, that is fine.”, Mando said curtly. He walked away to close the hull, “I have some spare clothes if you want them.”

I looked down at my dress, seeing that it was dirtier than I anticipated. My cheeks flushed at the fact I looked as tarnished as I did. I wasn’t used to being seen in any state of disarray, let alone in front of a stranger I met mere moments ago. “Thank you, I would appreciate that.”

He rummaged through one of the many closets and pulled out a small pile of fabric. He handed them to me and I grabbed them. I rose to my normal height and held the clothes to my chest, “I am going to change in the refresher”. He nodded, grabbed the child, and went up to the cockpit. 

I trudged to the refresher and turned on the stark white, hospital lighting. I turned to the small mirror and was shocked at what I looked like. There were specks of dirt lining my whole appearance and leaves in my hair. I felt my dried sweat all over my body. I turned to the shower in the refresher, making the executive decision that it would be okay. 

Once I was out, I put on the new clothes “Mando” gave me. It was a simple tan tunic, black loose pants, and black slip-on shoes. I felt immensely better now that I had clean clothes and wasn’t covered in dirt. I exited the refresher and placed my old clothes in the trash chute. There was no salvaging what I was wearing. It felt nice to throw away something from what could be one of the worst days of my life. The cockpit door was open, so I climbed up to speak to Mando.

The child perked up and waddled over to me. “Hey, little guy! Did you miss me?”. He motioned for me to pick him up and who was I to say no to that? 

The Mandalorian turned his chair around, “I see you showered.”

I felt my cheeks grow warm with embarrassment, “Yeah, I did. I hope that was okay.”

“It is”, he nodded as he turned back to look out the front. 

“I was wondering if it would be okay if I slept. It’s been a long day.”

Without turning around, he replied nonchalantly, “You don’t need to ask me for permission. There is a cot you can place on the floor. I would prefer you not to sleep in my bunk.”

I nodded even though I knew he wasn’t looking at me, “Okay, I understand”. I turned to the little guy, still entranced by my hair like earlier, “I’m sorry, buddy.” I placed him down and turned to leave. I paused, “Thank you. I appreciate everything.” The Mandalorian grunted in response which I guess was his version of you’re welcome. 

So, I left and went down to the hull. I got the cot out and laid down. As my head touched the flat pillow, I felt the jostling of the ship leaving the planet's surface. I wasn’t sure if sleep would happen but I at least knew I was safer than I was hours ago. 

[fanfic-obsessed]

Hi! Hope your August is off to a good start. Could I send a prompt for Talk Shop Tuesday?

Feel free to ignore the prompt if not!

Some or Several of the trainers look at the babies with their alor's face that said alor wants them to train for a war and go "we think the fuck not.

@somestorythoughts Sorry I did not answer yesterday, it took me a bit to get my thoughts in order for this.

Look there is never a bad time for me to receive a prompt,  a question, or a random message.  It brings me great joy.

Now For the Prompt:

Some or Several of the trainers look at the babies with their alor's face that said alor wants them to train for a war and go "we think the fuck not.

My first thought, before anything, is that Mij is the ringleader. There is no doubt that the medics would be the ones to spearhead this and Mij, of all of them, best remembers both Jaster and little Jango.

I also think that the medics do not really know what the babies are really there for at first. If we think about the Psychology of Jango Fett- Orphaned twice over, a leader too early, the death of his people (that he 100% will not face is partly his own fault-as he shot first) and his own enslavement, semi forced addiction to Spice from the aforementioned enslavement. While none of these things makes Jango evil, they do make him a bit broken. I do believe that in this one he is lying to everyone. 

He is telling the Kaminoans that he is training what will be the GAR (it does not matter if they know the full plot or not, Jango thinks they don’t). He is telling Dooku that he is honing the clones into a weakness for the republic and a wake up call for the Jedi while knowing Sidious’s actual plan for the clones. Of the trainers, he is telling some that the clones will be a trap for the Jedi, others that they will be getting some enormous payment, while telling still others (like Mij) that he is planning to steal the clones to rebuild the True Mandalorians, assuring the interested groups that he is working for the best of Mandalore. 

Most of all Jango is telling himself that he has not become worse than any of the crimes committed against him. 

It is all lies. 

For the first year, this house of cards remains standing. Jango has convinced most of the groups he is lying to that he is lying to everyone but them. Not that all of them care, but some do.  

It is such a small thing, in the grand scheme of things, that tips Mij off. Jango has managed to explain away the numbers (to give the clones a chance to name themselves), the lack of armor (that much armor is expensive), and other such discrepancies as necessities for ‘tricking’ their employer. 

It starts with a single look. A microexpression when Mij asks Jango to hold the toddler A-17 during a routine check. Disgust. It stuck in Mij’s mind all the harder, as he had just witnessed Jango with Boba not 10 minutes prior. 

Mij started to, discreetly, poke around. It takes him all of a week to find the chips. The slave chips embedded in the heads of babies. The babies with Jango’s face and slave chips in their heads. 

Mij has made an error. Mij.exe is also experiencing an error.

Everything is an error. 

Now Mij has a choice, and both those choices involve breaking a vow he swore so many years ago to Jaster Mereel, and later to Jango Fett. He could choose ignorance, and follow his Alor, convince himself there is a good reason for what he is seeing; pretend that there is any good reason for slave chips. And thus dooming untold children, untold babies, breaking his moral code irrevocably. Or he could choose the babies, could undermine his Alor, betray the trust that Jango had in him. Be one more person to abandon Jango, the boy that Jaster had adopted and loved. 

The choice was not an easy one, and it hurt. It hurt worse at how careful he had to be, gathering allies. The remnants of the True Mandalorians were bound by trauma and shared hell. It was excruciating, having to keep secrets, but Mij knew that not everyone would make the choice he had. Not everyone would choose the babies. He could not begrudge them, but he could not trust them either.

It took another month of wrestling with their choices before Mij and his allies, 14 other former True Mandalorians, came to a decision.  There were not enough of them to wrest control of Kamino, not enough to take the 10s of thousands of babies away and keep them safe. They debated going to the Jedi, having realized that the Jedi ordering the Clones was just another lie, but the Jedi were bound to the Republic. They could not protect or free the babies. 

There is only one group that could, politically, if not physically. One that Mij did not want to go anywhere near. Knew that he would have to give up what made him Mandalorian; that he would have to give up the Mandalore Jaster Mereel had envisioned.  By the end of the month, all 15 were in agreement that there was no other way.  

Though it took time, and careful planning, Mij makes sure to be holding a now toddler A17 when his call finally connects to Satine Kryze. He can feel her gaze slip to the baby in his arms as he pleads his case to the Duchess of the New Mandalorians. As he agrees to whatever hoops she wants them to jump through, if it would mean that the children are safe and loved. 

His Ancestors who marched ahead would be angry that he would give up their culture, but they would despise him for abandoning the babies to their fate.

[communistkenobi]

i never really paid much attention to star wars before the mandalorian so please forgive me if this is super obvious but: are we supposed to view the droids as being kind of alive? beings with artificial intelligence? i was very uncomfortable with how the ugnaughts (sp?) were portrayed in the last episode but i didn’t think much of the droids because always just saw them a technological tool. i was a little surprised when the bartender droid gave their monologue about the droids wanting to work and catch the bad droids, and thought maybe they want to work to fulfill their programming. but maybe i should have been more considerate. (i am kind of a dumb bitch too tho so maybe this is just something that’s super obvious to most people and not me :s)

Narratively I think droids are supposed to represent an advanced form of automation - astromechs are navigational droids that handle the immense amount of math that’s required to travel through space, droids like C3PO house linguistic and cultural information for diplomatic purposes, etc. I think originally, given that Star Wars was created prior to the internet being a thing, they were used to represent mass sums of human information, but access to that information was restricted to wherever those droids happened to be in spacetime. They’re essentially mobile computers, but not in the way we think of them (eg phones). But because they’re mobile and have to communicate with human beings without any touch screens or interfaces, especially in the case of droids like C3PO, they are by default anthropomorphised. It’s on par with people naming their roombas. These are tasks that are within human capability, but have been offloaded and automated to make everyone’s lives easier (and probably also many financial and political reasons, but that gets into like, the political economy of Star Wars, which if you talk about that you threaten to take Star Wars too seriously).

But, given how expansive Star Wars is, the answer to your question is maybe sometimes. Chopper in Rebels seems to fill the role of the beloved family pet. L3-37 in Solo is explicitly calling for droid liberation and insists that she and all other droids are equal to organics. Mouse droids likewise seem to be viewed as robotic animals. Mando again makes equivalent droid automation and slave labour.

However, this becomes complicated because there are also actual slaves in Star Wars. The clones are the most obvious example, but the twi’lek as a species also are often enslaved. There are also slaver “planets” and “races” who base their economy off of the buying and selling of slaves (that was in the clone wars, I can’t remember what episodes though). Droid liberation is often framed as inherently farcical in the franchise, but “droid liberation” also exists as a form of deracialised political action, and I mean that in the real world sense - droids are not analogous to a given real world conflict or historical process the way that like, twi’lek are (who even have french accents and speak space french! Now Filoni is an idiot and says this is because he’s drawing inspiration from the French Revolution as opposed to the much more appropriate and obvious Haitian Revolution, but whatever). So when drawing parallels between slavery as a thing in Star Wars and slavery as a real world historical process, it becomes frustrating to talk about, because droid lib is both set-up and punchline, but it’s also the most “acceptable” way to explore ending slavery in SW because it means the white writers don’t have to engage with systemic racial oppression in a way that might make them feel uncomfortable. As a comparison, there are multiple episodes in clone wars where clones refuse to follow orders or try to escape and they’re treated as defective or wrong or insane. That shit fucking sucks and it takes on a much more insidious tone than “haha, the droids want weekends off. how cute.”

And then the counter COUNTER problem with that, which is explicitly invoked in The Mandalorian, is that droids are essentialised to their code or “base functions.” These are facts about a droid that are intrinsic to their nature and cannot be altered or removed, and to attempt otherwise means perverting the “true nature” of droids - they are doomed to be what they were created for (I guess forget about IG-11 being rehabilitated lol). So when you call them slaves, and then insist they are forever shackled to their programming, that’s not a neutral storytelling choice, and you are essentially invoking the idea that there are some races or people for whom slavery is more naturally suited. Which is explicitly a white supremacist idea. And given the context of this storyline in The Mandalorian’s broader political problems, it becomes particularly nefarious.

All this to say - droids are maybe slaves. It depends on the story being told and why, it depends on the writer, etc. But when analogising it to real world history it becomes fraught, given that there are actual slaves in SW who are intended as obvious parallels to real world acts of slavery in human history, a thing that is omnipresent in star wars while also being largely ignored or dismissed by the writers

[wantonlywindswept]

so i won’t write it because...well, because why would i write about jedi when clone troopers and mandalorians are right there

but i often see quinlan vos (shoutout to QV, who i only know through fic but you seem like a delightful character) assigned to the Guard in a ‘the guard FINALLY gets their own jedi’ story, and those (or with other jedi) stories are Extremely Rad but i don’t think i’ve seen one yet

where anakin is the one assigned to the Guard?

like it makes so much sense, palpatine would be able to keep his future apprentice close in his creepy way, and nobody can bitch about the Guard not having jedi oversight (including the Guard themselves) bc look, there is one! nevermind that he’s off with his super-secret wife most of the time or anything

and that could go a couple interesting ways, including veering straight into the deep end of despair and the guard knowing there’s no way out and no one to save them

or maybe anakin notices and tries to stop it because he knows what slavery looks like

or maybe the guard notice how creepy palpatine is toward anakin and try to stop that

maybe obi-wan comes to visit his padawan in the guard offices and goes ‘wow the vibes in here are RANCID’ and does shit about that

idk i just think it’s an interesting dynamic that could be explored, particularly in the aspect of anakin and fox both having palpatine’s attention but for very different reasons and for very different purposes with very, very different consequences.

...someone else should explore that, ftr. i’ma be over here playing with space marines

[darlin-djarin]

I wanna hear your helmet thoughts when you have time

helmets to din’s version of the creed are literally so amazing because of the connections and similarities of other religious/cultural head coverings. ofc, i’m not implying that the helmet is the SAME as a hijab or a turban or a niqab, they obviously have different rules and implications, but there ARE similarities, ones that a lot of people (such as hijabi’s) find comfort in seeing that sort of representation on screen.

helmets to din’s version of the creed are sacred and are to never be removed. not all mandalorians think, believe, or practice that way of course, and din’s covert specifically are the ‘warrior’ type of mandalorians, different from the pacifist type of mandalorians that were shown during saltine kryze’s rule of mandalore during the clone wars.

the pacifist type of people were not shown to be wearing helmets, and even some of the royal guards who DID wear helmets (shown under satine’s rule) did not wear the same type of helmet as the warrior mandalorians that lived on concordia, one of mandalores moons.

^^ the pacifist mandalorians during the clone wars (why are they all white and blond lol space racism)

^^ satine's royal guard helmets (they have similar armor but the helmet design is ofc drastically different)

most of death watch wore helmets, but they removed them casually. pre vizsla, the leader of death watch (until maul beheaded that bitch) removed his helmet openly and so did many others in the group. though they held on to the ‘warrior’ ideals of the mandalorian culture, they weren’t clearly as religious as the children of the watch.

^^ pre vizsla and other members of death watch. most wear helmets while doing their goofy little terrorism but they're seen having their helmets removed often.

after the children of the watch formed from the warrior ideals of death watch, the religious aspect of the helmet and the creed formed out of necessity. the children of the watch refuse to remove the helmet for probably many reasons, as it has protected their identity and preserves their culture and creed. one thing i LOVE about the warrior culture is how because of the helmet and armor, the mandalorians have created ways of expression that are SO interesting. they’ve adapted to create the keldabe kiss, which is a tap of the foreheads of the helmets. they also have cheers such as tapping their vambraces and pounding their chest armor. they have other forms of expression that i DESPERATELY hope to see more as the mandalorian progresses.

the rules of the helmet are simple. don’t remove it. if you remove it, you become an apostate and are deemed “mandalorian no longer”. ofc because of chapter 21, the armorer has clearly shown that the adaptation of accepting helmetless mandalorians is necessary as they progress with reviving mandalore. so more recently, they’ve begun accepting other mandalorians who do not follow the Way the same as they do. that does not necessarily mean that THEY will stop following their version of the creed, it just means that they will start accepting other versions of the creed regardless of their own personal beliefs.

anyway the helmet is clearly a religious head covering that DESERVES to be respected, as it is often a window and mirror towards the audience who relate to and who learn about religious head coverings. for me, personally as a hijabi, i see the helmet as a mirror. not that the helmet IS a hijab or niqab or anything, but because it’s the head covering is a CHOICE and it PROTECTS. i know a hijabi (my lovely mutual @hinderr) who personally views the helmet as a mirror because it is an identifier. when you see the helmet, you identify the person as a mandalorian, same way as if you see a hijabi, you (usually) identify the person as a muslim.

the helmet plays a good window as well, to show the audience more religious head covering representation. not that the audience has an excuse to complain about how they don’t agree with the religion, but just to understand a new viewpoint.

moving on, i really like the idea of warrior mandalorians not being able to sneeze. you sneeze when something foreign enters your nose that your body rejects, but since the helmet filters everything, nothing foreign is entering and therefore your body has nothing to sneeze out. kinda funny honestly but it’s cool to think about the technicalities of the helmet.

one thing i HATE about this whole thing is the designs of the helmet. specifically the stupid t-visors being for men and y-visors for women. like great job favroni, way to destroy gender roles. anyway, i think the most effective style (for any gender) is the y-visor (like bo-katan’s) because it gives you a greater vantage point for the eye position. t-visor (like din’s) is fine, i just think it’d be more comfortable to have a y-visor.

^^ bo-katan's y-visor helmet

^^ din's t-visor helmet

you can probably get why i think y-visor has a better vantage point for vision. din's t-visor does have a ton of resources and functions that help him though. i'm not gonna assume all helmets have seals, but some of the warrior mandalorians (such as din and bo) do have seals that make it impossible to remove the helmet without force (proven bc y'all can hear the pressurized hiss when they remove the helmet)

thank you SO MUCH for asking about this, i just LOVEEE talking about din’s covert and creed and ofc the helmet is my favorite thing about it. feel free to ask or follow up with anything else you wonder about.

[bikananjarrus]

i think i pinpointed one of my issues with the interactions between hera and sabine so far (and with the rebels characters currently not present). there’s no feeling of that shared history between them. everything they all went through and everything we saw in rebels, it just didn’t feel like it was there or like it ever happened.

filoni and others involved w the show are trying to make it accessible to average viewers who may not have seen all of clone wars or rebels. (which if you haven’t seen rebels, please I’m begging you, please go watch it). Which, it’s good to cater to a more general audience! stories should stand on their own! but even if i was watching as a casual viewer, i would walk away from these first two eps thinking that sabine and hera had WAY more history with ahsoka than they do with each other.

we see the mural sabine painted of the ghost crew, see the holo of ezra, have dialogue where hera suggests ahsoka go get sabine’s help, but there’s not a lot there to suggest that hera and sabine have a deeper relationship. we don’t even get kanan or zeb’s names mentioned! so casual viewers will be like ‘huh wonder who those other people in the painting are.’

by not talking about the absent ghost crew members or their shared history, hera and sabine feel like strangers. hera’s best scene so far was with chopper, and that’s bc her dialogue suggests that she has history with his shenanigans. even with sabine’s personal history, there was exactly one (1)!!!! mention of her being mandalorian. the rest of the focus has been on this ridiculous jedi padawan arc, once again suggesting more history with ahsoka. all sabine and hera’s mentions and talk of jedi all revolve around ahsoka (except for a tiny bit of ezra), even though the two jedi they spent the most time around and knew well were kanan and ezra.

i’m not saying they needed to infodump about rebels to the wider audience, but completely brushing over the events that happened in their original media makes these characters feel stiff, it’s not fair to them, and it’s an insult to the animated rebels show.

[ddejavvu]

I’m a Star Wars virgin lol how would u recommend I watch the films? cause omfg that mf anakin is sexy but I don’t know where to start I wanted to watch it a few weeks ago in release date form but idk

Okay if you’re watching strictly movies (called episodes):

4 (a new hope) -> 5 (empire strikes back) -> 6 (return of the Jedi) -> 1 (phantom menace), -> 2 (attack of the clones) -> 3 (revenge of the sith) -> 7 (the force awakens) -> 8 (the last jedi) -> 9 (the rise of skywalker).

Those movies are the trilogies. The original trilogy (episodes 4,5,6), the prequel trilogy (episodes 1,2,3), and the sequel trilogy (episodes 7,8,9). I highly recommend at least the originals and the prequels. The sequel series gets a lot of complaints because of some questionable writing choices, but I still do enjoy them and the actors’ performances. Those trilogies are the core of the Star Wars fandom. They are the must-sees if you want to know what people are talking about.

If you’re focused on anakin specifically, he’s the center of the prequel trilogy and also appears in a show that I’ll talk about later. Do not skip straight to his movies, watch the original trilogy first, but you don’t have too many movies to get through before you meet him.

Other movies:

Solo is a movie about Han Solo’s younger years and it takes place before episode 4, but I recommend you watch it after you watch all three trilogies in that order, as it was released after Han’s main presence in the franchise (episodes 4, 5, and 6).

Rogue one is a move that takes place directly before episode 4, and I also recommend watching that after you finish the trilogies. One of the main characters in rogue one is Cassian Andor, and he has his own spin-off series, Andor (1 season), which takes place before rogue one.

Series:

If you do want to delve into series, there are a lot 😅 I’m only going to go over the ‘main/relevant’ ones (if your favorite isn’t on this list I’m not insulting it. I’m just trying not to overload newcomers with a thousand series that don’t matter to casual fans, and will most likely focus on the newer series. This isn’t meant to start an argument.) but let it be known that I like all of the series, I just think that they aren’t always essential to a basic knowledge of the franchise. This post isn’t written as a Bible, I’m not trying to put down every series or spin-off ever made, it’s a quick and easy guide.

All of these should be watched AFTER completing the trilogies.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars is a 7-season show that takes place between episodes 2 and 3 (the last 2 of the prequel trilogy). It is consistently regarded as a fan-favorite and it gives fantastic insight into the huge gap between those movies, and helps flesh out a lot of amazing characters (pssst… you like anakin already? he’s an MC ;) ). Seriously the show is like people’s favorite Star Wars Thing ever, so if you do end up moving on from the movies and you want to watch more content, I strongly recommend it.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a one season series centered around Obi-Wan, a character that appears in the prequel trilogy and the original trilogy. Honestly I like the plot but I really fucking love it bc he’s one of my favorite characters and also anakin is in it so if you finish the trilogies and want more of him, I think you’d like Obi-Wan. It takes place between the prequel trilogy and the original trilogy, but closer to the end of episode 3.

The Mandalorian is a three season series that takes place after the original trilogy. Din Djarin (the mandalorian himself) appears in a few episodes of The Book of Boba Fett. This show gained enormous popularity because of both Pedro pascal’s role as the MC and how much of a phenomenon ‘baby yoda’ (grogu) became, so i would honestly recommend it so that you know what people are talking about if they mention it.

those are the series I most recommend.

The Book of Boba Fett is a one season series that centers around the bounty hunter Boba Fett, who’s main presence in the franchise is in episodes 5 and 6. However, he also appears in episode 2. A lot of people really like Boba Fett as well as Din’s appearances, so I am including this series on the list. However, I don’t really think you need to watch it unless you really like him or Din lmfao.

Ahsoka is one season, currently being released over a few weeks on Disney+, and centers around Ahsoka (Anakin’s former padawan, developed in the clone wars series I mentioned before, also in the mandalorian for a short time). I am behind and I haven’t watched the two episodes that have come out yet, so I don’t know if they’re good, but that series is what’s currently coming out, so I figured I’d mention it.

Once more if you’re a seasoned fan and I didn’t include your favorite media please don’t come at me, I know I left stuff out. Hardcore Star Wars fans are fucking cutthroat and I’m not citing these as the only series ever or the only series that matter, I’m just trying to help confused people navigate the overwhelming amount of content the franchise has to offer.

I hope this helps, even if you just want to watch the movies. I also hope I didn’t overwhelm you, I really did try to narrow stuff down!

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

I would love to subject Cut to Spar if you’re up for it!

Even after the war ends, Cut doesn’t really expect visitors for him. He’s fine enough making friends among the other farmers, especially Suu’s friends and the kids’ friends’ parents.

So when Suu gives him a worried call of “Cut? You expecting someone?” it’s a surprise.

It’s even more of a surprise when he comes out of the farmhouse to find a Mandalorian—which, to be fair, is a reasonable guess that their uninvited guest is here for Cut.

He braces himself as he approaches the Mandalorian, prepared to ask just what they want, to tell them that he and his family don’t want any trouble, when the metal bucket comes off to reveal a familiar face. More than that—every clone has a familiar face—they have a familiar nose ring and dimple gems. “Spar?” he asks even though he knows it has to be them.

He’s just never seen them anywhere but Coruscant.

“Cut!” Spar beams at him. “I thought the rumour mill was saying you were out here! I came to check in—sorry it’s been so late coming. I’ve been working backwards, you know?”

Cut blinks. “Checking in?”

“On all the medical discharges,” Spar says. “Janey asked me to, since it’s my program.”

Janey? Oh. General Fett—Cut doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to Spar’s nickname for his adopted brother and their mutual genetic template. “Oh. So, uh.”

“You’re the last one!” Spar says cheerily. “You were the first after me, after all.”

“Cut?” Suu asks, coming up from where she’s been observing Spar. “You…know him? Properly?”

“Ah, yeah.” He nods to Spar. “Spar was the pilot of the medical discharge program. They talked me into it and helped me figure out where to go, though High General Fett got the contacts to get me settled on Saleucami.”

“Hello!” Spar directs the full force of their charismatic cheer at Suu.

“So…you’re Cut’s brother?” Suu suspects.

Cut winces; Spar’s complicated.

Sure enough, Spar shakes their head. “No, I’m Jango Fett’s brother. But I’m a clone like Cut is.”

“Oh.” Suu frowns, clearly confused. “Cut usually refers to the other clones as his brothers.”

“Most clones do. But I’m became an outsider to them even before the war, when Jango adopted me as his brother.”

Suu cocks her head, but she seems to accept that. “Are you going to stay?”

“If you’ll have me. And if Cut isn’t opposed?” Spar looks at him, clearly excited by the opportunity.

“Aren’t you a city person?” Cut asks. He’s not opposed, per say, but he doesn’t want to have to deal with a guest who isn’t going to pull their own weight.

Spar rolls their eyes. “I know what it’s like to live on a farm,” they say, clearly not lying considering how annoyed they are when they say it. “Do I need to help cook? Help with the animals? What?”

Cut is admittedly surprised. “Uh…”

Suu laughs lightly. “I’d happily take help cooking,” she says.

Spar smiles and the jewels on their dimples glitter. “I like cooking a lot. My brother and my cousins taught me.”

Suu takes that as face value like she would with any of their friends, even if having only one brother or cousins is weird to Cut to think about. She takes Spar in and Cut watches them go. It’s kind of nice to see them getting along; Spar’s a good person, for an Alpha clone, and for what a weird position they’re in.

Well, if they don’t mind waking up at dawn to help get the eopies their food, that’s fine with him.

(I’m accepting clones to subject to Spar for a while.)

[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

Concepts in case Disney randomly decides to put me in charge of a new Disney Infinity Star Wars line

Okay so obviously in terms of additional playable characters we need CLONES. The most logical options here are Rex, Cody, and the Bad Batch, including Omega. But what if we would go one step further and also add Fives? I dunno I just think he’s earned it ;-; And maybe Rebels-Era Wolffe and Gregor, cause old clones can be just as fierce

Speaking of Rebels era: it’s a deep disgrace that Hera isn’t a playable character yet, so of course she should be first choice. Additional characters that deserve to get a figure are Kallus and Thrawn, because both of them are simply awesome and both visually and in play appealing enough to get their own figures. The Grand Inquisitor could also be added

Additional Jedi: Mace Windu, Plo Koon, Shaak Ti and Kit Fisto

From the live action series and Rogue One: Din Djarin, Cassion Andor, Jyn Erso, Fennec Shand. I will literally die if Grogu becomes a playable character, imagine the cuteness overload

DROIDS DESERVE TO BE PLAYABLE CHARACTERS TOO!!! Obviously C-3PO and R2-D2, but I’d like to see BB-8, Chopper and K-2S0 as well

I don’t really have anyone from the sequel era because I’ve only seen those movies once, but I would vote for Klaud if only for the meme potential of recreating live slug reaction moments

Additional Clone Wars era characters: Cad Bane, Hondo, Dooku, Ventress, Padmé (in a travel outfit), Grievous, perhaps Bail Organa? Senators deserve more love and I dunno it just seems hilarious to me that you perform his special move and it’s just him pulling out a soapbox and holding an oration

Chancellor Palpatine as a playable character lol. Imagine playing as Palps and getting killed by Grievous, what a twist that would be

Lando Calrissian as a playable character, because he’s awesome and come on he was pretty much the only POC in the original trilogy, if anyone deserves to be a playable character it’s him

Playsets: a The Mandalorian/The Book Of Boba Fett playset, a Rebels playset, a Bad Batch playset. And of course additional ones for the trilogies and The Clone Wars are welcome as well

Circular power discs that change appearance: a disc for Chancellor Friendpatine that turns him into the Emperor, one for Echo that gives him back his ARC armour, one for Padmé that turns her into Queen Amidala, one for Kallus that gives him his Rebellion outfit, one for Ahsoka that turns her into her (post-)Rebels era self including the white lightsabers, one for Obi-Wan that turns him into his older Episode IV version. And maybe one for Din that removes his helmet 👀👀👀

Purple hexagonal power discs: featuring locations such as Coruscant, Tatooine, Hoth, Dagobah, Kamino, Scarif, and Lothal

Orange hexagonal power discs: featuring an AT-AT, an Imperial speeder bike, a Star Destroyer, a Separatist tank, the Ghost, etc.

[burnwater13]

Ahsoka Tano touching her head to Grogu's head, when they meet on Corvus. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 5, The Jedi. Calendar from DateWorks.

Grogu didn’t think he was particularly forgettable. Most people remembered him once they met him. People like Peli Motto, who said things like: “Well, who is this little one?”, and “Thank the Force, he’s okay!”, and “I missed you, you little womp rat.” Or Greef Karga who  remembered that he could, “Do the magic hand thing!”. Although that really wasn't why Grogu thought he should be remembered. Whatever. They remembered him. 

So why was Ahsoka Tano the person who forgot all about him? If he wanted any one to forget him, he wanted those blasted Imps to forget him, not a person who knew him from their time at the Jedi Temple.

That’s right. They were both at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant at the same time. He was only a few years older than her. Of course Togruta’s and his species age at different rates, but that just meant that his being older didn’t matter much. They had been in the creche at the same time. They had become younglings around the time. She just grew taller than him much, much sooner, but it wasn’t like the other masters wouldn’t let them play or learn together. So what happened?

When she touched her forehead to his, Grogu was overwhelmed with memories for a moment or two, but they weren’t his memories. They were hers. She’d gotten into all sorts of trouble and had traveled all over the galaxy since they’d last seen one another. She also seemed to think that he had been one of the many victims of the Clone attack on the Temple. 

That he could understand. Master Beq had been able to whisk him away just as everything was going wrong and that was, by no means, an easy task. They had managed to leave Coruscant and that had started a whole different phase of Grogu’s life. A phase that had been filled with danger, loss, and pain. He really didn’t need to share that with anyone. 

Even so, he hadn't forgotten her. He knew her nickname was ‘Snips’. He knew that she had been Anakin Skywalker’s padawan. Personally, he was hoping to be Master Kenobi’s padawan, but a lot of things interfered with that hope. He knew that she had ended up being some sort of leader during the Clone Wars. The other younglings had heard about that from their masters and his friend Ian had thought that was pretty strange, given all the circumstances.

“Listen kid, I don't know about you, but I’m only eleven years old, give or take. No way could you get me to sign up for being a general or anything else like that. I gotta be able to take care of myself first and let me tell ya, there are a lot of folk here who don’t think I’m capable of that. How the heck is Ahsoka, that little snip of a Togruta, gonna do that? It’s not like that master of her’s is some sort of notoriously cautious fellow. He ain’t, kid. He’s gonna get her in trouble and I'm not here for that.”

Ian had a point. Anakin was often scolded by the other Jedi Masters, including Master Kenobi, about the risks he took while on various missions. Ahsoka had a lot of skills at her disposal, but it wasn't like Jedi wore Mandalorian armor. They didn’t. If they got hit by a blaster bolt it hurt. A lot. He knew that from having to heal Master Beq when they were on the run from the Clones. 

Of course, Master Kelleran Beq was a risk taker too and Grogu hadn’t minded that aspect of his friend and teacher at all. He supposed that Ahsoka may have considered that a feature of learning from Anakin and not a bug. After all, Master Kenobi was well known for saying that you learned less in a library than on the streets outside of it. 

Grogu didn't actually believe that. But he understood what his friend meant. The risks you faced theoretically and the ones you faced in reality were rarely the same and a Jedi needed that real world experience if they were to prepare the next class of younglings for their role in the galaxy. Or to make sure there was a next class of younglings. 

Maybe that was why Ahsoka had forgotten him. It was pretty clear after the Clones attacked the Jedi Temple that there wouldn't be a next class of younglings. They were all gone, one way or the other. It was too painful to believe after all that loss that someone could have survived. After all, he hadn’t thought that she had survived either. 

They had both had years to get used to the absence of other Force sensitive people and then conclude that there weren't any, anymore. He didn’t count the ones controlled by the Emperor. They weren’t Jedi. They were just survivors. Which could be said about him and Ahsoka Tano. That was worth remembering.