Irish Coin Daily: Confederate Catholic Sixpence - Counter-marked on a Silver Sixpence of James I
Date: 1642-43
Kilkenny (countermarked once) Sixpence on a Sixpence of James I (Second Coinage, 3rd bust, mm Rose)
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Kilkenny Rebel Money Sixpence; issued by the Catholic Confederacy of Kilkenny from 1642-43 and counter-marked on a silver Sixpence of James I (his Second Coinage, 3rd bust, mm Rose 1605-06) for Ireland, in 1558); one counter-mark struck on the monarch’s bust in the form…
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obviously the quality of all these shows is suffering from the fact that their primary function is to provide the setup for future star wars projects (mcuification, baby!!! who's ready for the infinity war style team-up movie where the gang takes down thanos—i mean thrawn?). but i also think a big part of why the book of boba fett, mando s3 (and to a slightly lesser extent, s2 as well), and ahsoka all suffer from the same issue of having their main protagonists cast aside in favour of side characters—which in itself might not be as annoying as it is if those stories were even remotely interesting or well-written—is because filoni & co. want to be making an ensemble piece. but instead, they're stuck having to make a bunch of solo projects that are ostensibly about individuals or smaller casts of characters, which they then stumble their way through in the most half-assed, half-hearted way possible because it's all just setup for the "mandoverse movie," a phrase which makes me want to projectile vomit.
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Ren flops onto his conveniently placed throne, throwing himself across the armrests with as much drama as possible. It’s enough drama, in fact, to make Bdubs stop what he was doing and turn to look at Ren expectantly.
“Bdubs. My loyal partner. My kingmaker. My right hand,” Ren starts.
“Yes, my king?” Bdubs says.
“Am i not good enough?”
“Yes,” Bdubs says automatically, before pausing and realizing what he’s said. “Wait, I mean, no! You’re worthy! Why else would I pick you for the crown!”
Ren huffs and throws a hand over his face. “Do I not create quests for the people? Do I not help create roads, and jobs, and beautiful portals no one would have finished without further motivation?”
“You do, my king!” Bdubs says.
“Am I not a fit ruler? Have I not been lenient with my crown? Have I—seriously, dude, I actually haven’t done anything but stick my head around everywhere, I haven’t made any claims I hadn’t already made, man. I just—Bdubs,” Ren says.
Bdubs gets the sense he’s just supposed to be smiling and nodding at this point. “Yes?”
“Bdubs, Bdubs am I just—just that unlikable? Am I… an ugly dog?”
“What?” Bdubs says, baffled.
“Am I just—an inherently untrustworthy dog? Am I just too easy to make fun of? I don’t understand,” he says.
“No,” Bdubs guesses the correct answer is.
“Then why are so many people defying me!” wails Ren. “I hadn’t actually run out of money yet! I haven’t done anything to defy! Seriously, even you’re doing it!”
“What? No! I would never,” Bdubs says in what he hopes is a very convincing voice. The fact Bdubs still has several of Ren’s diamonds in his inventory is immaterial.
“You have, though, Sir Bdubs!” Ren makes a pitiful whine. “I hadn’t done anything yet! I’d just said no one else could use my quest system! Why?”
He looks at Bdubs expectantly. Hesitantly, Bdubs starts: “Well, sir, I definitely don’t think this, but, uh, it’s possible. That people see you as easy to mess with. Sir.”
“What? Easy to mess with? Me? I’m far from easy to mess with! I have sharp teeth and fast reflexes! Nothing phases the dog, my dude!”
“…of course,” Bdubs says after a long moment of staring at where Ren is still flopped over his throne like a Victorian maiden with consumption. “Nothing phases you at all.”
“Easy to mess with. Why, I should make it a law. A King’s Decree: Ren is not easy to mess with, and should not be treated as such!”
“Great idea. That will show them all exactly how unbothered you are, my King,” Bdubs says.
Ren starts wagging his tail. “Of course!” he says. “It will become law on the morrow!”
“It will be done,” agrees Bdubs, and he wonders how much earlier he can enact the part of the plan where he just takes over entirely.
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you.
@mymblesbuir, you get it
that bitch was so ready to die. it was pure chance he was able to escape, and like. Obviously he does create a plan on the fly, but I think that shit was him moving on instinct. And even then, it was a CRAPSHOOT that the Ghost would catch his escape pod at all.
and there was no plan beyond that.
he barely integrates into the rebellion, is still talking like a bond villain, idk maybe its just how I see him, but the man is not adjusting. Not in how he speaks or carries himself, and that has to be a choice for such a calculating person. I do think there's an aspect of he just can't turn it off, but I also think that he just straight up doesn't know what he'd do if he DID. Like...he has no idea what to do with himself. He is consciously out of place, in part because he never thought he'd get out. I don't know if he still believes he should be out beyond, like, having no choice and also being a genuine asset for the rebellion.
idk, its just something I love to think about, how out of place he is and how conscious he must be of that fact and how much of it is his choice to remain so obviously Imperial-in-Rebel-Clothing. How much does the dissonance bother him? Is he doing it to keep ppl at a distance? Is he playing to ppls expectations or his own? Is he genuinely so focused on work that he doesn't care to loosen up or is he using work as an excuse to avoid having to rebuild outside the strict but known social parameters of the Empire?
is he genuinely comfortable in his own skin, or is it just the skin he's worn for so long, he can't trust what he might find underneath? There's so much more going on, after all. Him 'finding' himself is such a low fuckin priority.
I got to explore that a bit in my 'Meet the In-Laws' Kalluzeb fic for those curious. The context is he's met with his older brother, Tuz, who is giving him flack for covering his tattoos and keeping up a fake accent. Tuz insists it's because Alex was ashamed of his family. Alex goes off;
"I was an Imperial spy who had defected to the Rebellion," Alex hisses.
He can hear his own voice going pitchy from stress, from the strain of keeping it lowered and this private conversation private, but he has to explain, or more accurately, he couldn't stop himself from explaining, now, if he tried. It just has to come out.
Tuz has no idea what wound he's prodding at–
(Would Zeb? No, Alex has never told him, not in so many words. He's never told anyone.)
"I was under constant scrutiny after–after nearly two decades of pretending to be a model example of the Empire's–of humanity's superiority, hunting down and snuffing out any descent! Do you know what would have happened if I suddenly dropped that act? Hmm? After switching sides? When everyone around me was scrutinizing my every move, because they either suspected or were out right certain I was some triple agent? Still bowing and scraping for the Emperor behind closed doors? All the grace I'd earned would have gone up in smoke, that's what. Wasted on something as juvenile as ego."
Blood now pounding in his ears, Alex starts punctuating each declaration with a rough stab at the table. "They needed to trust me. I needed them to trust me so I could do my job! Yes, I hid my tattoos, because I didn't have time to waste, explaining how I got them and whether they were authentic. I didn't start talking like I used to because it didn't matter, and it would have only distracted from the karking war."
He cuts himself off, there. Swallows down around the rest–how isolating it was, how claustrophobic it felt at times, how maddening the contradiction of it was, that he was free and still, voluntarily trapped in his Imperial costume. How he had so many selfish reasons for leaving the Empire and near all of them were set aside for the sake of the Rebellion, and that it ate at him–
–that it eats at him still, 8 standard months out and still stuck in his ways, afraid of upsetting the tentative balance he's found with Zeb in their new home. It's choking him slowly, and still he clings to what he knows, falls back on the bad habits and the lies, continues to make excuses for why it just isn't 'the right time' to begin his soul searching, to find who he 'really' is.
(When is he going to admit to Garazeb how afraid he is that there's nothing under the costume to find?)
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Andor and Luthen:
Look, I think people are misunderstanding Luthen’s laughing at the end of the episode- they think that he is cruel and callous and that’s not true at all. Luthen is a member of the Rebel Alliance- the only rebellion that is able to sustain itself through twenty years of oppression. His entire purpose is to be a spy, grow his network and help the Rebellion in any way he can. And what does any good rebellion need besides people who are dedicated to the cause? Money. Stealing 80 million credits (that’s only half of what was even in the vault too!) is a huge deal for the rebellion. It’s a huge shock to the Empire and it’s a major victory for their cause because money buys you recruits, weapons, and the biggest thing it does- shows everyone that you’re trying to work with that you are able to pull off some serious missions.
Luthen laughing at the end of the episode was out of relief. This was a mission that took five months to plan and they still were ready to pull the plug even up to the last moment because it was so dangerous. He had made it clear to Vel that he had been worried that they would all die. And unfortunately, people die in war, that’s just something you have to look past to look at the bigger outcome. If you truly believe in the Rebellion- sacrificing your life is nothing in the grand scheme of stopping the Empire. No war is won without sacrifice but being given the freedom to decide when and where you take a stand is the entire point of the Rebellion.
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