#mandalorians have a history of fighting jedi and their symbol of leadership was originally created by a mandalorian jedi

[mylightsabersworld]

5 Things You Didn't Know About the Dark Saber

In the vast lore of the "Star Wars" universe, the Darksaber stands out as an enigma. First introduced in the animated series "Star Wars: The Clone Wars," this unique, black-bladed lightsaber quickly captured the interest of fans worldwide. Unlike conventional lightsabers, the Darksaber has a storied history and cultural significance that is deeply entwined with the fate of Mandalore. Its distinct design, unique sound, and the complex rules governing its possession make it a fascinating subject.

In this article, we delve into five lesser-known aspects of the Darksaber, offering a deeper look into its intriguing presence in the "Star Wars" universe.

1. The Darksaber's Unique Origin

Unlike typical lightsabers, which are associated with the Jedi Order, the Darksaber has a more singular origin. This black-bladed weapon was created by Tarre Vizsla, the first Mandalorian ever inducted into the Jedi Order. The saber is a remarkable blend of Mandalorian culture and Jedi craftsmanship.

Following Tarre Vizsla's death, the Darksaber was stored in the Jedi Temple. However, it was later reclaimed by the Mandalorians during the fall of the Old Republic and has since been viewed as a symbol of power and leadership on Mandalore.

2. Passing Through Many Hands

The Darksaber has a storied history and has passed through the hands of various notable characters in the "Star Wars" universe. After its retrieval from the Jedi Temple, it was held by House Vizsla for generations. It was then wielded by Pre Vizsla, who led the extremist group Death Watch until his defeat by Maul, who claimed the Darksaber for himself.

Later, during the Galactic Civil War, it was recovered by Sabine Wren of the Rebels, who eventually passed it on to Bo-Katan Kryze, leader of the Mandalorian resistance. The Darksaber is currently in the possession of Din Djarin, the titular character of "The Mandalorian" series.

3. The Power of the Darksaber

Beyond its striking visual appearance, the Darksaber is renowned for its enhanced cutting power. It can parry a blow from a traditional lightsaber and slice through practically anything, like a regular lightsaber. Yet, its most potent power is symbolic: its ability to unite the disparate Mandalorian clans under one leader.

The Darksaber serves as a physical embodiment of Mandalorian history and tradition. It is a symbol of power and authority, and its ownership signifies the right to claim the title of 'Mandalore' — the leader of all Mandalorian people.

4. The Sound and Appearance of the Darksaber

The Darksaber is as audibly distinctive as it is visually. Its hum is lower and sounds more like a growl compared to the high-pitched hum of traditional lightsabers. This sound adds to its menacing presence and sets it apart from other lightsabers.

The Darksaber also has a unique blade design. Rather than the cylindrical blade of a regular lightsaber, it has a flat, katana-like blade, referencing Samurai swords. Its black color is rimmed by a bright white glow, creating a stark contrast that underscores its rarity and power.

5. Its Presence Across Different Mediums

While the Darksaber made its first appearance in the animated series "Star Wars: The Clone Wars," its presence extends beyond that. It also appeared in the sequel series, "Star Wars Rebels." However, it was its live-action debut in "The Mandalorian" that truly caught viewers' attention, sparking a surge of interest in its lore.

The Darksaber, with its rich history and iconic design, has become a sought-after collectible. It has been recreated in toy form, and replicas have been crafted by enthusiasts worldwide, further solidifying its cultural impact.

The Fight Choreography of the Darksaber

Given its distinct katana-like design, the Darksaber demands a different set of fighting styles compared to traditional lightsabers. Its use in the series shows influences from various sword-fighting techniques, including Kendo and Kenjutsu. The Darksaber's combat scenes are marked by grace, precision, and a unique rhythm that sets them apart.

The choreography also accounts for the weight of the weapon. Despite its energy-based nature, the Darksaber's fights are designed to convey a sense of weight and momentum that aligns with its physical design, adding another layer of authenticity to its on-screen representation.

Cultural Significance of the Darksaber

Beyond its in-universe implications, the Darksaber has significant cultural meaning for "Star Wars" fans. It stands as a symbol of diversity within the franchise, representing an aspect of "Star Wars" lore beyond the traditional Jedi-Sith dichotomy.

The Darksaber showcases the expansive universe that George Lucas created, reminding audiences of the rich and varied stories waiting to be told outside of the central Skywalker saga. It opens up a broader spectrum of narratives, cultures, and characters within the "Star Wars" universe.

The Future of the Darksaber

As of the latest events in "The Mandalorian," the Darksaber's future is as captivating as its past. With Din Djarin unintentionally earning the right to wield it, the Darksaber will undoubtedly play a pivotal role in upcoming storylines.

Fans are excited to see how the Darksaber's lore will continue to evolve, influencing the dynamics of power within the Mandalorian culture, and shaping the course of the "Star Wars" universe. Given its cultural significance and popularity among fans, the Darksaber's legacy is set to burn bright in the annals of "Star Wars" history.

Conclusion

The Darksaber is a marvel, not only due to its aesthetic appeal but also because of its deep-rooted history and symbolism. It is a testament to the expansiveness of the "Star Wars" universe, signifying the multitude of stories yet to be explored. As we continue to delve into the saga's ever-expanding lore, the Darksaber remains a captivating beacon, embodying the enduring allure of this beloved franchise.

The Darksaber, with its unique origins, storied history, and striking design, represents an engaging piece of the "Star Wars" universe. It is more than a weapon; it's a powerful symbol of leadership and cultural heritage. From its black, katana-like blade to its distinctive growl, the Darksaber continues to captivate audiences, earning its place as one of the most memorable elements of the "Star Wars franchise.”

[stairset]

My most potentially controversial opinion about The Mandalorian is that while it's funny to joke about how Din is a Star Wars protagonist who doesn't know anything about Star Wars, the more they do it the more ridiculous it becomes that he seemingly doesn't know jack shit about the franchise he's from

[iellarenuodolorian]

Mandoctober Day 9

Darksaber

Summary: The first part of this prompt is dedicated to what we actually know about the Darksaber from the cartoon shows. After the “〰️”is when my AU takes over and I get carried away with how it came to be in a certain someone’s possession.

Words: 3.5k (YIKES sorry ya’ll I got carried away!)

Warnings: war, death, fighting, angst (mild), scattered fluff

Pairing: Din DjarinxF!mandalorian reader

~2BBY

The strangest event had happened. Bo-Katan had returned to your clan with a new gift. It was the Darksaber.

As you stared at the silver hilt in Bo’s hands, you tried to remember what you knew about this legendary weapon.

It was created centuries ago by Tarre Vizsla, the only Mandalorian to ever be part of the Jedi Order. The Jedi must have been different back then for Vizsla to agree to be one of them. No Mandalorian these days would agree to such atrocity. Tarre used his skills as a Jedi to bring peace to the war torn Mandalorians and for the first time in centuries Mandalorians knew what peace was. But that peace did not last, because after Tarre died, the peace he had worked so hard to build was torn apart and Mandalorians were at war with each other again.

After Vizsla died, the Jedi kept his saber in their temple, as a relic. House Vizsla “liberated” it from the hands of the Jedi, and the Darksaber became a symbol of leadership to all Mandalorians after Vizsla had wielded it for so long and lead the Mandalorians to peace. That wasn’t to say that whoever wielded the Darksaber was fit to always be Mand’alor.  Anyone who wished could challenge them to combat for the right to be Mand’alor. Mandalorians had always believed only the strongest should lead, and only the strongest should wield such a relic.

House Vizsla had kept the Darksaber in their clan for many years, and the next Vizsla to have a history with the Darksaber was Pre Vizsla. During the Clone War, he created a group of Mandalorians who believed in the old ways, not the pacifist ways of Duchess Satine and her followers. Vizsla and his group he named the Death Watch, Kyr’tsad, were a rogue group of lawless killers who obeyed no one and only followed Pre because he brought them glory in combat. The goal of Death Watch was to liberate Mandalore from their pacifist enemies and restore the mando’ade to Mandalore. Originally Death Watch aligned themselves with the Sepratists, but after many failed attempts to take Mandalore back Death Watch the alliance is broken and Death Watch sets out to try and build their own army.

Death Watch stumbled upon two Sith brothers, Pre makes the mistake of thinking that because these brothers are Sith they could be allies and be joined by their hatred of Jedi. Little does Pre know that Maul is only using Death Watch to start his own crime syndicate, Crimson Dawn. Maul has his own agenda which does NOT include taking back Mandalore in a timely manner.

When Pre realizes this, he challenges Maul to a fight, that he ultimately loses. Bo had told you this part of the story because she had been close with Pre, once upon a time. Watching Maul kill Pre was horrifying for Bo and because she believed no outsider, aruetii, should rule and wield the Darksaber, she deserted and took a handful of loyal Mandalorians with her.

Bo returned to Mandalore with her nephew to break her sister out of jail, but with no small amount of convincing from her nephew, Korkie Kryze. The small group only managed to escape to the edge of the city of Sundari where Satine managed to send a transmission to Master Kenobi with a plea for help. Master Kenobi showed up some time later, only to also fail in his attempt to save Satine, and Master Kenobi was forced to watch as Maul killed Satine with the Darksaber. Bo and the Nite Owls helped Master Kenobi to escape and told him to tell the Jedi Council what has happened but to keep the Republic from sending troops to occupy Mandalore.

After many years of recruiting loyal Mandalorians to her cause, Bo set out with a small group of her loyal Nite Owls to find a Jedi she had met years before when she was part of Death Watch. Bo had hoped that if she could find this Jedi she could use said Jedi to recruit help from the Jedi council to take back Mandalore from Maul. Bo and the Nite Owls eventually found this Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, and recruited her to train in the Mandalorian ways. Ahsoka eventually agreed to talk with her old Masters, Kenobi and Skywalker, and see if there was a way to send troops to Mandalore to capture Maul.

Ahsoka was given command of half of the 501st Legion, and the Siege of Mandalore started. It was a long and bloody six months, with neither side making any sort of gain. Maul eluded capture again and again, and finally, after most of Sundari was in flames, was Maul finally captured. Except the Darksaber was nowhere to be found. Maul must have hidden it somewhere only he knew, and now this ancient relic that could unite all the Mandalorian clans was lost, possibly forever.

The Force works in mysterious ways, you could testify to that from your own life experiences, and the Darksaber was not lost forever. A member of House Wren, Clan Vizsla, had come across a shrine on the planet Dathomir dedicated to the late Duchess Satine, and on a pedestal was the Darksaber. Having stolen the saber from Dathomir, this member of House Wren was reluctant to learn to wield it. She knew the responsibility and power it carried and felt that she didn’t deserve it. But after accepting who she could be, Sabine Wren accepted that the Darksaber had come to her for a reason. Sabine was dedicated to the Rebellion, and knew she could not divide her loyalties between her Mandalorian family and her Rebellion family. She passed on the Darksaber to Bo-Katan to unite the clans and to take back Mandalore.

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Bo-Katan traveled to some of the larger clans to ask for warriors to come out of hiding and to take back their home with her. Many joined, only some stayed behind to protect those too young to fight and to pass the Mandalorian culture on to the next generation.

Many thousands of Mandalorians gathered Carlac to form the army that would take back Mandalore. You were an anxious mess, knowing at some point Din Djarin would show up and you would be able to see him again after more than a year of being apart. In the last decade you had only managed to spend a few days with him once a year, in a cold dark corner of space hiding from the rest of the Galaxy in stolen moments of passion. The passion was like a supernova, burning hot and bright for a short period of time, only to implode into a black hole with the loneliness and depression of being separated again after such a short time.

It was two days before the attack was to take place, and you were going over plans and cleaning your armor and weapons. You had spent the day training and catching up with Ailyn to distract yourself from the fact that Din still had not come to join the attack group. Ailyn had to end the session early, you were taking all your frustrations out on her. You were so focused on polishing your helmet and checking the wiring in your HUD you failed to notice someone sneaking into your tent. You whirled, blaster aimed, ready to tackle the intruder when he threw his hands up shouting “Hey, its just me! Udesii.”

“Jare’la di’kut.” You lowered your blaster and sighed to yourself in frustration. You watched Din take his helmet off and gently toss it onto your makeshift cot. His arms reached for you at the same time as yours and you wrapped each other in the tightest of embraces, holding on to each other for as long as possible, afraid this was only a dream.

Din began pressing kisses into your neck, as your hands found his curls, gently tugging and pushing the curls around. Din kissed his way up your jaw, and finally his lips found yours. Not wasting any time you eagerly pushed your tongue against his lips, just begging to taste him. It had been so long and you had almost forgotten what his kisses were like.

After you had finished reacquainting your mouths with each other, armor was removed and set at the end of your bed. You had gone out for food and brought it back to your tent, so you and Din could share a meal in peace and catch up.

“How are things going with the Bounty Hunters Guild these days?” You asked him.

“Work is work.” He shrugged as he took another bite. “I keep busy, nothing is too challenging. Sometimes it's almost too easy. But then I remember I’m getting older, and my back loves to remind me of that fact.” You laughed at his statement, almost spitting out your bite of food.

“You are not old! Because if you are old, then so am I and I am NOT ready to accept that fact of life. We are just hitting our prime!”

The rest of the meal was spent with Din telling stories about some of his more, eventful, bounties while you shared that you had not been doing much but traveling to the different hidden clans making sure they had enough supplies and that no one was trying to kill each other. Bo-Katan had given her Nite Owls the task of making sure the clans were taken care of in hiding.

It was late when you had finished telling your stories, so you curled up next to Din under the blankets. Using his shoulder as a pillow, you curled up next to him trying to be as close to him as possible. You would only have tonight to enjoy him as much as possible, tomorrow night everyone was to load up and head out to make the jump to Mandalore. You played with his hair until if put both of you to sleep, and for just one gloriously perfect night, you slept peacefully.

You wished you could always wake up to Din in the morning, his bed head was legendary. You weren’t sure if it was from sleeping, you playing with it in your sleep, or both. Either way his face in the soft morning light made you wish for just a moment that you both had different lives and that it was possible for you to always wake up like this.

The day was spent doing some light training with Ailyn and Din, making sure everyone’s weapons were functioning at 110%, armor was polished and functioning properly, and everyone’s munitions belts fully stocked with charges and spare power packs. When everything was as ready as it could be, you, Din and Ailyn went to your respective ships to start the pre-flight checklist. Your secure comlink connection to Din’s helmet kept you entertained through the checklist as you talked about silly memories to keep you distracted from the nerves of the coming battle. It was entirely possible that one of both of you would not return from this mission.

You were leading the squadron of Gauntlet fighters to the underground tunnels in Sundari. Your group was tasked with taking the tunnels while Ailyn was taking a group to secure the loading docks. Bo-Katan was taking another group to the Palace to capture Saxon, and secure the throne.

As soon as your group came out of hyperspace, something in your mind was screaming, “trap!!” The recon and intel that had been gathered for weeks before the mission had to be accurate, there was no way that the Empire could have changed anything in such a short amount of time. You would have to trust your training, which was more like automatic reflexes, and trust Bo-Katan and her strategy.

Suddenly, a Star Destroyer came out of hyperspace on your port side. I have a bad feeling about this, you thought to yourself as swarms of TIEs came streaming out of the Destroyer.

Bo-Katan’s voice sounded over your speakers, “All fighters head for the surface! Only engage if you have to. We need as many troops on the ground as we can get!”

After dozens of close calls, minimal damage, and only one Gauntlet lost along the way, your team made it to the surface. Your thoughts momentarily wandered to Din, wondering if he had managed to make it to the surface with Bo. He was part of her group responsible for taking the Palace. But you had to focus leading your own group through the tunnels so that you could set as many traps for later when Imperial troops were fleeing.

The Imperials were more than prepared for your attack on the tunnels. The nagging feeling in your mind that something was just wrong kept pushing its way to the front of your thoughts. You were met with squads of stormtroopers at every junction in the tunnels, and it was taking far too long to try and flank them to get around and to the central drain that would lead to the surface of Sundari. You knew the surviving members of your group would need to be split between reinforcing the loading docks and helping to secure the Palace. But something was just wrong about the entire situation. The stormtroopers seemed to know every move before you even made it. If you didn’t know better you would have said that whoever was leading them had a book on Mandalorian tactics and had studied it very well.

After what felt like days of fighting, your group had finally reached the main tunnel that led to the surface. With your comm working again, you reached out to Ailyn to see how her fight was going at the docks. Her group had things held down for now, but Ailyn had not heard from Bo-Katan in hours. She should have checked in by now with a report, good or bad. And that was when the nagging feeling hit home. Something had gone terribly wrong in the Palace, and the two people who meant the most to you in the Galaxy were stuck in the trap. You had to come up with a plan, but what?

You couldn’t just charge into the Palace, shooting at anything that moved and being a one woman show. The Mand’alor was in there, probably held captive by Saxon, and surrounded by troopers. Ailyn pulled up a holo of the Palace, and together the leaders of the four squads that were going to pull off this rescue mission.

With a plan in place, you took your squad on the long route to the throne room. Ailyn was going to create a distraction with an attack at the front, one squad served as the backup for any team that needed extra firepower, while the last squad was being saved as the last effort to save the mission.

You were amazed at how many troopers were stationed in the palace, far more than there should have been after the estimate you had added up in your head from your own experience in the tunnels and from what Ailyn had told you from the docks. The only way that there could have been this many troops to reinforce the original recon numbers was if a Moff or someone higher than that in High Command had pulled strings to make sure Mandalore did not fall.

The nagging feeling in your mind only grew stronger the closer to the throne room that your squad came. You knew Din was still alive, and you hoped that Bo-Katan was alive too. Without her the clans would surely fall into civil war again, and this time it would be a civil war that ended the Mandalorian culture.

Upon finally reaching the doors to the throne room, both yours and Ailyn’s squads stormed the room, taking out the troopers stationed around the spacious room with ease.

Your eyes fell to the throne, and the man sitting on it. That man was not Tiber Saxon. Who was this man with dark hair and dark skin, and black stormtrooper armor?

“My name is Moff Gideon.” A baritone voice drawled. “You may remember me from years past as the Imperial Security Bureau Agent in charge of rounding up and executing Mandalorian traitors to the Empire. As you can see I managed to escape from that pitiful prison the Rebels tried to hold me in. You do not know the extent of the powers I have, nor the powerful friends I have in high places. You have underestimated me. And now you will pay for your costly mistake.”

He ignited the Darksaber, and held it to Bo-Katan’s neck. “Lay down your weapons and surrender if you want your precious Mand’alor to live. I have no qualms using this blade to kill her, and the rest of you for that matter.”

With a glance at Ailyn, you knew that your final contingency plan was going to be called into action. Din wasn’t too far away, with a jump and a quick burst of your jetpack, you should be able to protect him from what was about to happen.

“Lower your weapons. Now.” More troopers began filing in from behind the throne, and slowly you and Ailyn signaled to your troops to set their blasters on the floor. The audio sensors in your helmet had picked up the sound of the jetpacks of the fourth squad, and your jump to protect Din had to be timed perfectly or it would give the whole plan away. 3… 2… 1…. JUMP!

You wrapped Din up in your arms and curled your body around him as much as possible to protect him from the missiles that were being sent into the throne room from the Mandalorians outside. Ailyn made a jump similar to yours  for Bo-Katan, and in the chaos of the dust and blaster bolts the Mandalorians made their escape.

Back on the base at Carlac, you and Ailyn sat down to talk about what happened with Bo-Katan. She would need several days rest before she could be moved back to her clan’s hiding spot.

“Who was that man and how did he manage to defeat us so easily?” You asked her.

“Many years ago, in the first Siege of Mandalore, when we asked the Republic for help in dethroning Maul we made the mistake of thinking the Republic was on the right side. It turns out we only made it easier for the Empire to occupy Mandalore after the Clone War ended. Gideon was put in place to oversee the submission of Mandalorians to the Empire. When we refused, we were imprisoned and killed. Gideon spent his time interrogating his prisoners before he would kill them, so he could learn as much as possible about us to make it easier for him to wipe us out. And now he possesses the Darksaber. I fear Mandalore is lost, for without the Darksaber to unite the clans there will be civil war again. We must go into deeper hiding, to protect ourselves, our families, and our way of life.”

After saying goodnight, you and Ailyn left Bo to sleep for the night. Tomorrow would come and be a new day to look at the problems facing the Mandalorians.

You told Ailyn you wanted to check on Din before heading to your tent, and admitted you would probably end up staying with him for the night.

As you walked into his room, you saw he was already asleep. The droid had told you outside that he would be fine, his wounds had already been healed with some bacta slave. The only injury that would require a bit longer to heal was the broken ribs. You walked over to his side, and kissed his head brushing a few curls off to the side and running your fingers through to the ends a few times. Tears formed in your eyes as you thought about everything that had happened the last few days, and how you could have lost him. You refused to let more than one tear fall though, because he was here and everything was going to be fine.

You pulled up a chair next to his bed, and laid your head on your arms next to his legs, and wrapped your hands around his and fell asleep with your face next to his hand.

In your dreams, you had visions of a man in silver beskar’gam, wielding the Darksaber. He felt familiar to you in the way that dreams tend to blur the line between reality and dreamland, but in dreamland grasping at familiarity is like trying to smell colors in reality.

Aruetii- traitor, foreigner, or outsider [ah-roo-AY-tee]

Mand’alor- sole ruler [MAHN-dah-lor]

Mando’ade- sons and/or daughters of Mandalore [mando-AH-day]

Kyr’tsad- Death Watch (lit. Death Society) [KEERT-sahd]

Udesii- take it easy/calm down/relax [oo-DAY-see]

Jare’la di’kut- you’re asking for it dumbass [jah-RAY-lah DEE-koot]

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