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akalenedat · 7 months ago

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I'm the strong one, I'm not nervous Ni kotyc solus, ni naas chaabyc I alone am strong, I’m not afraid

I'm as tough as the crust of the Earth is Ni sa atin sa pel’gam be me’suum I’m as tough as the skin of a planet

I move mountains, I move churches Ni shaadla cerare, ni shaadla me’sene I move mountains, I move starships

And I glow, 'cause I know what my worth is Bal ni drali, jorcu ni kar’tayli ner ruusaanyc And I shine, because I know in my heart I am reliable

I don't ask how hard the work is Ni ne’tioni megin umaan bor I don’t question the difficulty of the task

Got a rough, indestructible surface Gana beskaryc, caburyc aranov Got an armored, guarded defense

Diamonds and platinum, I find 'em, I flatten 'em Meshuroke bal beskar, ni mar’eyi bic, ni shukala bic Gemstones and beskar, I find it, I crush it

I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanded, but Ni vore meg gar dinui, ni skuku meg gar verbori, al- I accept what you give, I break what you hire (me for), but-

Under the surface Chur ner pel’gam Under my skin

I feel berserk as a tightrope walker in a three-ring circus Ni’aala aikiyc kaden sa verd bat vheybej I feel as desperate and angry as a soldier in a minefield

Under the surface Chur ner pel’gam Under my skin

Was Hercules ever like, "Yo, I don't wanna fight Cerberus?" Tion vurel ru’sirbu Kad Harangir “Ni ne’copaani akaani Arasuum?” Did Kad Harangir ever say “I don’t want to fight Arasuum?”

Under the surface Chur ner pel’gam Under my skin

I'm pretty surе I'm worthless if I can't be of servicе Ni urmankala ni nibral meh ni ne’lise pirimmuy I believe I’m a failure if I can’t be useful

A flaw or a crack, the straw in the stack Kih'hupur ra aar’ika, trac’ika A small injury or little pain, a small flame

That breaks the camel's back Hetti an akay haran Burns until all is annihilation

What breaks the camel's back, it's Tion’megin goteni tracinya, bic What birthed the flame, it

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa Mishuk sa kih, kih, kih, megin draar kyrdi Pressure like small, small, small, that never ends

Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa-oh-oh Mishuk megin shuk, shuk, shuk, akay gar trattoko Pressure that will crush, crush, crush, until you collapse

Give it to your sister, your sister's older Ke’dinui gar vod, gar vod ruug'la'shya Give it to your friend, your friend is older

Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder Ke’dinui kaysh an burk’yc akaan mhi ne’parji Give them all the dangerous fights we can’t win

Who am I if I can't run with the ball? Tion’ad ni meh ne’viini ti rugam? Who am I if I can’t run with the ball?

If I fall to Meh ni trattoko at If I collapse to

Pressure like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa Mishuk sa marev, marev, marev, bal bic ne’tengaana Pressure like a fist, fist, fist, and the hand won’t open

Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa-oh-oh Mishuk sa sol, sol, sol, akay goore jarile Pressure like a count, count, count, until the bomb lays waste

Give it to your sister, your sister's stronger Ke’dinui gar vod, gar vod kotishya Give it to your friend, your friend is stronger

See if she can hang on a little longer Haa’tayli meh kaysh atini kih munit'shya See if they can endure a little longer

Who am I if I can't carry it all? Tion’ad meh ni ne’jori anaybic? Who am I if I can’t bear everything?

If I falter Meh ni trattoko If I collapse

Under the surface Chur ner pel’gam Under my skin

I hide my nerves and it worsens, I worry somethin' is gonna hurt us Ni haaranovo ner aal’briike bal debaani, ni baati adate jurkadi mhi I hide my nerves and it declines, I worry people will threaten us

Under the surface Chur ner pel’gam Under my skin

The ship doesn't swerve, has it heard how big the iceberg is? Me’sen n’ami vaii, tion susulu tra’ruus orine? The ship doesn’t change direction, has it heard the asteroid is the biggest?

Under the surface Chur ner pel’gam Under my skin

I think about my purpose, can I somehow preserve this? Ni mirdi par ner narser, tion’lise ni ret’yc tayli ibic? I think about my purpose, can I possibly preserve this?

Line up the dominoes, a light wind blows Paru verde, johayc ke’gyce Form up the soldiers, the command is spoken

You try to stop it tumbling, but on and on it goes Gar kebbu nari alor, al bat bal bat ibic taabi You try to be the leader, but on and on this marches

But wait, if I could shake the crushing weight of expectations Ke’pare, meh ni parji jaon ibic mishukla ke’gyce Wait, if I claim victory over these overwhelming demands

Would that free some room up for joy Tion parjai mav ca’nara par briikase Would victory free time for happiness

Or relaxation, or simple pleasure? Ra briikasak, ra pakod shereshoy? Or a run ashore, or simply today’s joy?

Instead, we measure this growing pressure Ashi, mhi ja’haili ibic mishuk drashaa Other, we watch this pressure grow

Keeps growing, keep going, 'cause all we know is Drashaa, ke’taabi, jorcu an mhi survari cuyi Growing, march on, because all we understand is

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa Mishuk sa kih, kih, kih, megin draar kyrdi Pressure like small, small, small, that never ends

Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa-oh-oh Mishuk megin shuk, shuk, shuk, akay gar trattoko Pressure that will crush, crush, crush, until you collapse

Give it to your sister, it doesn't hurt and Ke’dinui gar vod, ne'kadala bal Give it to your friend, no hurt and

See if she can handle every family burden Haa’tayli meh kaysh brali anay aliit akaan See if they can succeed with every family war

Watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks Ja’haili vaal kaysh aarayi bal tal’gala al draar ramaana Observe while they suffer and bleed but never die

No mistakes, just Naasad shabe, shi No mistakes, just

Pressure like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa Mishuk sa marev, marev, marev, bal bic ne’tengaana Pressure like a fist, fist, fist, and the hand won’t open

Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa-oh-oh Mishuk sa sol, sol, sol, akay goore jarile Pressure like a count, count, count, until the bomb lays waste

Give it to your sister and never wonder Ke’dinui gar vod bal draar mirdi Give it to your friend and never wonder

If the same pressure would've pulled you under Meh tatla mishuk shukala gar If the same pressure would crush you

Who am I if I don't have what it takes? Tion’ad ni meh ni ne’ramikadyc? Who am I if I’m not able to face any challenge?

No cracks, no breaks Naasad shupure, naasad aaray No injuries, no pain

No mistakes, no pressure! Naasad shabe, naasad mishuk! No mistakes, no pressure!

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alicehcampbel10 · 9 months ago

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ourgraystreasures · 1 year ago

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superbfunface · 1 year ago

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wwyachtsman · 1 year ago

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thebisexualmandalorian · 2 years ago

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🖊 for Nibral and/or Shrike bc my tastes in men are horrible

Nibral: ends up very high in Imperial circles, both on his military rank and generally being a charming bastard.

Shrike: goes on to be Nibral's extremely well-paid mercenary.

#nibral #shrike #my ocs

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vineyardelf · 8 years ago

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😍

Ahhhhhh where to even start?! I love all of your babies, so excuse me if I go rambly or this isn’t well-formatted.

Anomaly is a baby-doll, and he breaks my heart every day. He plays so well with Peeps and Dodger, and really anyone he meets.

Nova is so cute and sweet and I want to find a way to bring him out of his shell one of these days and make everything all right for him

I dont know Killer, Loudmouth, Ran or Sparrow as well as I’d like but I love them <3

Nibral is a trash baby :P I love him anyway

and Caliber, omfg, she is my goddess, my queen, Im so fucking gay for her and I haven’t had a drink in 5000 years

#thebisexualmandalorian #Anomaly #Nova #Loudmouth #Killer #Ran #Sparrow #Nibral #Caliber #clone OCs #friend OCs #LOVE

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thepropellerguy-blog · 6 years ago

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Had to weld an entire edge that was basically gone. The balance on this thing is gonna be fuuuuun.

#propellers #welding #nibral #damaged

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leias-left-hair-bun-again · 3 years ago

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i do love munin skirata but i always have to squint when i read this chapter lol, if i’d been there i’d have been with hokan’s dad going ‘um munin don’t you think that’s a little much’:

“Get up! Get up and run, you little chakaar, or I’ll drag you up.”

Falin...couldn’t get up: he couldn’t go on. He knelt on all fours, struggling for breath, every muscle burning, but he refused to cry.

He was seven years old. Nearly. He thought it was six years and ten months, but he’d lost count in the war.

“Can’t,” he said.

...”You can do it if you want to,” Munin yelled. “But you don’t want to, and that makes you a nibral. You know what a nibral is? A loser. A waste of space. Deadwood. Get up!”

Falin wanted one thing, and that was to show that he wasn’t lazy or stupid. His dad had never called him stupid. Neither had his mother; they loved him and made him feel safe, and now they were gone forever...

anyways i don’t think there’s a better book series to make one grateful that they have a living functional family lol not even besany’s safe from the Angst and she’s about the most normal one. oh except obrim of course; he’s fine, he just needs a vacation XD

#every time i try to find a Specific Section #i end up in entirely the wrong place #where in the heck is the bit about the nulls who didn't survive their jars #i can't even remember which book it is in i could find the bit about reciting names just fine but #where is the other bit oh NO #why can i not rummage through my brain like a file cabinet with nice neat lables #anyhoo #i put bits and pieces on here as i find them bc they make me sad and i wish for others to be sad with me (:<#kal skirata #repcomm #republic commando #quotes #munin skirata #mandalorians

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marionarnold · 4 years ago

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It was Jesse who’d started it, boasting about how many pushups he could do. Ludwick had scoffed at the number and then Rudger had insisted that he could do more. Given that the trooper carried around the Z-6 that was not quite so lightly rejected however Jesse insisted that he would be able to do more in a competition because his generation had been bred tougher. That of course had left Fives an opening to, contrary to Rex’s preference, point out that by that rationale the Captain was the toughest of all of them.

In which Rex won but gets punished anyway.

Repercussions (to a little harmless cheating)

What started out as a simple task to inventory the medical supplies, with the assistance of three troopers that he’d happened to walk past who were not looking otherwise gainfully employed had been complicated by the arrival of Jesse and Fives, both of whom were bored after having been to the mess, had their showers and were not ready to hit the barracks quite yet.

“How many pushups can you do Captain?” Archie had asked, still with the shiny reverence for his Captain which was normally equal parts endearing as annoying.

“Enough,” he replied repressively, feeling a little guilty when Archie’s head dropped a little.

Fives was not the type to be repressed though. “Don’t suppose you’d care to put your credits where your mouth is then Cap? A friendly competition – who can do can do the most pushups?”

“Uh-uh,” Kix intervened in his best medic tone. “Last time there was a comp it went on for three hours and I was then up for another three hours massaging the lactic acid out so that you could all lift a cup of caf the next morning.”

“So we’ll double up,” suggested Jesse after a pause, getting carried along the Fives train. Kix sighed heavily however nodded – it would be harder however not take as long and there would be more opportunity for recovery.

There was a moment while they all did the count.

“We’re one short,” Ludwick said somewhat unnecessarily.

Rex shrugged, he wasn’t the one who needed to prove anything. The others however, except perhaps Kix, looked decimated.

A flash of blue went passed the doorway and even as Rex realised the implications, Fives had moved to the doorway.

“Oh Commander!” Ahsoka paused, looking over at him, cup of caf and datapad in her hands. “Can you give us a hand?”

Ahsoka willingly came to the room, looking at the group curiously as the reason for her assistance wasn’t immediately obvious. “Sure – what’s up?”

“We’re trying to settle a dispute,” explained Jesse.

“Hardly a dispute,” frowned Kix.

“Well, an uncertainty,” clarified Jesse. “We want to know who can do the most pushups.”

“Pushups really aren’t my thing,” Ahsoka pulled a face.

That was an understatement Rex’s lips twitched up a little. Situps she could do but she groused and complained and every push up was like getting blood out of a stone.

“Oh not you,” hastened Jesse. “We need you as a double.”

“A what?” Ahsoka was confused.

“A double,” repeated Fives as if that made anything clearer.

“You ride on the Captain’s back while he does the pushups,” Kix’s explanation was better.

“Oh,” Ahsoka blinked, calculating the mechanics of that scenario and coming up with a positive answer. “What’s the prize?”

There was a moment of silence as the possibilities occurred to them.

“Even on the negligible possibility that one of you nibral beat me I am not cleaning the ‘freshers,” stated Rex firmly squashing the idea of that or anymore of the unpleasant duties that captains no longer had to worry about when looking at the roster.

The restriction put a dent in their momentum, as probably did the Commander’s presence.

“Liberty hours,” said Fives suddenly. “Each losing pair has to give the winning pair an hour of liberty when we get back to Coruscant.”

It was agreed and there was a flurry of discussion as the rest of the troopers decided who was pairing with who and moved some of the crates to give them some room.

“Armour?”

“The Commander doesn’t have any on.”

“Yeah but the Captain does.”

“Are you taking any off Cap?’

Rex shook his head; both he and Kix had been wearing blacks only on their torso, with the exception of his comlink which he had retained, while their lower halves were fully armoured. Straight from the ‘freshers both Jesse and Fives were only in their blacks and boots. Ludwick while almost fully armoured to start with, stripped all the way to his blacks and bare feet leaving Archie half armoured, and Rudger left his gauntlets and boots on leaving Kix to balance out by retaining all but his boots on his lower half.

Rex chose a spot where he could look Jesse in the eye and lay down on the ground, bracing his feet shoulder width apart and settling his hands with fingers splayed under his shoulders. Jesse settled into a similar position, looking serious about the competition whereas Fives was grinning at the havoc he had caused. He was going to pay for this.

Ahsoka stood at Rex’s side, looking down at his prone form “How exactly...” she watched as Fives sat down next to Jesse and then lay down across his torso and then swung his legs up and onto the other trooper before crossing his hands behind his neck in what would have been an ungainly manoeuvre except for how smoothly he performed it. She blinked and then looked over to where Archie had draped himself face down on Ludwick’s back, their shapes moulded together, and his chin on Ludwig’s shoulder “umm,” she looked down at Rex’s back.

“Step over him and then sit down on his shebs,” advised Kix, standing over the top of Rudger. “Then lay back and put your legs on his. You might want to wrap your arms around his waist,” he added as he sat down and demonstrated.

Rex felt Ahsoka’s weight land carefully on his armoured backside – probably not the most comfortable position for her – and then her legs swing up to rest along his. She braced herself with her hands against the ground and lowered her torso down, his head landing just at the base of his neck, her back lekku running down his spine. He lifted up slightly and her arms wrapped around his chest but her reach wasn’t long enough and short of her digging her nails into him she didn’t have anything to hang onto.

“Grab my belt,” he suggested and she moved her hands, using her elbows and forearms to grip his torso and tucking her thumbs between him and his utility belt to give her a grip. She pulled her legs up a little, and quickly toed off her shoes, bracing her toes around his ankle.

“All ready?,” called Fives after she appeared to be settled.

“Ready,” replied those doing the pushing.

“Rep Up! droid mother,” Fives started the count.

“Lover!” Kix over-rode Fives’ word a little too loudly. Rex’s lips twitched and he felt Ahsoka giggle, she’d been around soldiers too long not to have heard the word.

“Oh one!” finished Fives blithely as they came back down. “Rep Up! Droid mother lover oh two,” he continued in a sing song voice.

Rex moved with the cadence easily, Ahsoka was not exactly a light weight but the fact that she wasn’t exactly the same height and skeletal dimensions as him meant she did fit better on his frame than one of his brothers. She found her balance after the first few repetitions and he could soon hear her humming along to the rhythm.

“Hey it’s a comp!”

“Who’s that?”

“Oh the Lieutenant is going against the Captain!”

“So who’s that?”

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover three two.” Fives was still the lead voice however the audience had joined in, although a few had stumbled over the revised text initially, and the combined volume was bringing in more and more troopers every repetition.

Ludwick started struggling; his breath becoming uneven a edgy as he inhaled and the exhaled in too forceful a whoosh. Jesse gave one glance across however Rex kept his eyes on his Lieutenant.

“You can do it Lud,” urged Archie, probably as much in genuine encouragement as wanting to avoid losing an hour of liberty. “Keep steady, push on!”

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover four eight.”

Ludwick hit the ground and groaned, the rep count moving on without him. The crowd murmured a little, a few credits changed hands, and Archie rustled his hair in commiseration and rolled off to sit up and watch the others. “Bad luck vod – good try.”

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover five seven.”

Rudger swore under his breath as he hit the ground, grabbing at his arm. Kix rolled off immediately and pushed his thumbs into the cramping muscle.

“So how’s it going Lieutenant?” asked Ahsoka conversationally, tipping her head so that her montrals framed either side of Rex’s head and she could view their competition, albeit upside down. “Ready to give up yet?”

“If you’ve got somewhere to be Commander I’m sure the Captain would be happy to stop,” replied Fives to the ceiling, letting the others in the room keep going with the modified cadence. “He’s got to almost at the edge of his endurance now.”

“I think you’re confusing my experience with yours Fives,” she replied gaily. “The Captain isn’t showing any signs of slowing.”

He might not be slowing but Rex was definitely starting to feel it now. Thankfully though so was Jesse judging by the slight grimace on his face.

“Come on Lieutenant!”

“Smashing it Cap!”

“Push it Jesse!”

“You’ve got this!”

“Obliterate him vod!”

The crowd had definitely grown now; troopers surrounded the two remaining combatants, perched on crates or hanging from the rafters to get a proper view. Credits and insults were flying around with equal abandon.

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover six nine.”

Fives’ voice pitched as Jesse wavered; Fives moved his arms to Jesse’s torso to keep him better balanced. “Come on vod, you’ve got this!” he left the cadence to the crowd to maintain while he started giving encouragement. “Just up and down, up and down, show the Captain what you’re made of! Think of how you can use that extra hour of his at the 79s!”

“Doing awesome Rexter,” Ahsoka tempered her voice so only he could hear. “It’s a walk in the park for you!”

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover seven two.”

“He’s wavering!” shouted Fives, “You’ve got him on the run.”

“Push through it Rex,” insisted Ahsoka. “Show them what the first gen are made of!”

Jesse grunted as he jerked up, Fives tightening his grip a bit. “You can do it Jesse! Another five’ll do it!”

Rex gritted his teeth, forcing the inhale through his nose and then exhaling full strength through his mouth. His legs were on fire and there was a definite wobble in his arms.

“Get up there Jesse!”

“Don’t be a pussy Jesse!”

“You’re the kriffin man Cap!”

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover seven eight.”

Jesse hit the deck with a crash, Fives tumbling off him onto the ground to a chorus of yells, jeers and cheers. Ahsoka whooped in delight, shoving both hands in the air

“Bad luck Vod,” Fives reached over and planted a kiss on the back of Jesse’s head. “You’ll get him next time.”

“Next time I’ll double for you,” groaned Jesse into the floor, his arms out front of him.

The kriff no thought Rex, catching sight of Fives’ grin. The bastard was probably aiming for that to start with. He pushed himself back up in another repetition, forcing Ahsoka to grab back at his belt quickly. A point needed to be made.

Fives’ eyes widened and the delighted crowd cheered, starting the chant in unison “Rep Up! Droid mother lover eight oh” even as credits and side bets flew around again.

“Um Rex?” asked Ahsoka quietly. He didn’t have the breath to explain though.

He pushed up again eighty five he decided. That would be enough of a point.

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover eight one.”

Four more.

A subchant was happening “Captain! Captain!”

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover eight two.”

Three more.

Rex pushed up again, and felt it easier.

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover eight three.”

This time the push up was definitely easier and he wondered if he was maybe lightheaded.

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover eight four.”

There was barely any resistance to him on the push up; he could still feel Ahsoka’s feet and her presence against his skidplate and her head against his neck however he could only feel her lekku part the way down his spine. Almost as if....

He choked down a laugh as he realised what was happening. Maybe he could go ninety – that would keep Fives quiet for a good half a standard Coruscant cycle.

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover eight five.”

“Oh he’s just showing off now!”

“He has an unfair advantage!” called out Fives, kneading at one of Jesse’s arms while Kix did the other. “The Commander’s nowhere near as heavy!”

“Togruta have a higher bone density,” replied Kix mildly, his smile in his voice.

“Rep Up! Droid mother lover eight six.”

“Yeah well I’m going to need to see a set of scales on that one Commander!” There was laughter however no response from Ahsoka.

“He is right,” commented an authoritative voice from one of the crates near the doorway, spinning the troopers around and straightening the shinies to something close to attention. Commander Cody jumped down, pulling his helmet off and walking into the room a bit further, watching as Rex did another pushup. “It is a bit of a moot point of course given that the Commander is levitating.”

There was a shocked silence.

Rex lost all concentration at the exposure, hitting the ground suddenly and almost face planting the floor; Ahsoka was caught somewhat off guard and a definite gap appeared between them before she too fell and the room erupted in a cacophony of voices. Ahsoka landed on Rex with enough force to make him grunt, and then rolled off giggling uncontrollably. Rex rolled onto his back, stretching out his arms and sucking in the breaths.

“Winner!” Fives held up Jesse’s arm in victory and there was a cheer of support from those who had lost their credits.

Say what? Rex’s eyes snapped open and he went to sit up; he was stopped by a foot against his chest and glanced up at Cody, an icy feeling suddenly in his belly.

“Oh no no no,” Ahsoka protested. “The Captain won that competition fair and square!”

“You were levitating!” replied Fives with spirit.

“Only after Jesse had dropped out,” she insisted.

“Yeah that’s a likely excuse Commander,” Fives’ voice was light enough that it was teasing rather than accusatory. “We’ve all been in the PT sessions with you.”

Ahsoka had the grace to blush, she certainly wasn’t above cheating if it got her out of an exercise she didn’t want to do ‘I have a lightsabre Rex – why do I need to be able to do a chin up?’

“We certainly can’t have the veracity of the Captain’s win in doubt,” said Cody, standing casually with one foot still pressed lightly to Rex’s chest. Ahsoka, spinning around to look at Cody, saw his stance and her eyes widened, looking down to Rex. Rex gave her a wink however he could feel the danger building.

“I think a few more pushups just to put the matter to bed.”

“He has done more than eighty doubles and up to six singles,” put in Kix, his words giving the Commander the benefit.

Cody glanced down at Rex “Impressive vod,” he said softly so that only Rex heard him. Then in a louder voice “And now he’s had some recovery time so - another twenty to call the bet won – Jesse?”

Rex grimaced harsh yet fair and Jesse nodded, leaning back on a crate with an attitude of a man that was going to enjoy his revenge. Cody took off his foot and stepped back.

Ahsoka was stricken “I’m sorry Rex,” she whispered and she kneed her way over to him.

“It was a good idea,” he replied with a grin and gave his upper arms a quick rub and flipped back over onto his belly, setting his feet and hands back into position. He felt Ahsoka’s hand on his back.

“Oh no Commander,” virtually purred Cody. “As his co-conspirator you can do twenty plyos to help him win the bet.”

Rex grinned despite himself, knowing how much Ahsoka hated them.

“With no Force assistance,” added Cody firmly and received a cheer from the crowd.

“But Commander,” she said silkily. “You won’t know if I’m using the Force or not.”

“I will though,” said a melodic voice rich in amusement, making a number of troopers jump and Ahsoka’s head snap around suddenly, her mouth forming a comical ‘oh’ of dismay as she looked at Obi-Wan leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and eyes laughing at her.

There was a round of cheers and applause.

Ahsoka gave a dramatic sigh and walked around to be head to head with Rex, giving him a rueful grin as she readied herself into position which suddenly changed to wide eyes and a look of dismay which confused Rex for a moment.

Then Cody sat down and Rex realised how far into the harsh side of the ledger he was going even as the room exploded once more into laughter, applause and cheers. Cody had a good ten kilos on top of the majority of his brothers from sheer muscle mass, plus with the exception of his helmet which he placed on the ground the bastard was fully armoured and that added another thirty kilos again.

Imma going to kriffin obliterate you vod thought Rex as he looked over his shoulder, meeting Cody’s gaze and serene smile you can try.

“Ready when you are Captain, Commander” announced Cody placidly, crossing his arms across Rex’s shoulders so that their heads didn’t clash.

“I don’t think I like the Commander anymore,” observed Ahsoka acidly.

“He is an acquired taste,” agreed Rex.

“Rex I’m not.... “ she started uncertainly.

“You can do this,” stated Rex firmly. “You will do this.”

“I can do this,” she repeated. “I will do this.”

“Widen your stance,” Rex advised, “turn your fingers inside a little.” He nodded as she made the corrections. “Stick with the same rhythm on the way up, control your descent. You lose your descent you’re a gonna.”

She nodded and took a breath and released it. She looked up at him sharply.

“We are going to do twenty one aren’t we?” she asked.

He grinned at her “Abso-kriffin-lutely,” and pushed up to the cheers of the crowd.

#Captain Rex #captain rex #ahsoka and captain rex #not shippy unless you squint #just a bit of fun #cody has fun #ahsoka does start having fun but not so much by the end of it #rex will need another nap #which is a shameless plug to an earlier fic #marion writes

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greenygreenland · 4 years ago

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Hera Syndulla drawing(s). The first one was made this morning around 2 because I am a night owl.

These were drawn on the same day lmao. The difference is that one is drawn with reassurance that I can draw and the other is filled with doubt that I'll ever get to the finish line.

Ni cuyi di'kut a ni ru'hibrila. Ni jii udesii. Ibi'tuur birov nibral.

#star wars #tbb #the bad batch #hera syndulla #star wars fanart #clone wars fanart #my art #スターウォーズ

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mandowords · 7 years ago

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nibral

[NEE-brahl]

loser, failure

#mandoa #mandalorian #mandalore #star wars #todays word

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thebisexualmandalorian · 5 years ago

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Anomaly, Caliber, Loudmouth

Sharps, X, Nibral

Aure, Shrike, Nova

All made with @batdad‘s maker!

#my ocs #anomaly #caliber #loudmouth #sharps #x #nibral #aure #shrike #nova

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izzyovercoffee · 8 years ago

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The word for loser, failure, in mando'a literally translates to "I AM the high ground."

me, yelling excitedly

see: nibral --- loser, failure

from ni, I, me, and bral, hill fort, high defended position, high ground

Obes Kenobes: "Anakin, I have the high ground!" Anakin "I don't give a FUCK" Skywalker: "I AM THE HIGH GROUND"

#star wars #mando'a #izzy talks mando'a #mandalorians #I was trying to do a reasonable mando'a post and instead #INSTEAD THIS #INSTEAD #THIS #IZZY.TXT

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angelinatoms · 5 years ago

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From my first glimpse, I knew I was lost. This is a boat that seizes your attention and holds it ransom from reality. My test boat had a mostly black cockpit and, yes, I could hear the sizzle of my bare skin turning to pork rinds when I leaned against the rail in the midday Florida sun. Who cares?

Yes, the berth down below is fine for the kids or a cat nap, but not overnighting. Who cares? The sheer animal power of this yacht holds you captivated.

The latest offering from Marquis Yachts, the Marquis M42, is one of the new breed of express dayboats and has a lot of contradictions, which I realize is just a few letters away from addictions. Appearing to be long and seemingly lean, it’s actually 18 inches wider than a VanDutch 40. I’ve been aboard deep-V ocean crushers with $100,000 paint jobs that didn’t attract a fraction of the attention of the M42.

From the reversed bow to the wide swim platform, the M42 is all about fun. (Courtesy Marquis Yachts/)

From the reversed bow (ax, battleship, snub?) to the wide swim platform, the M42 is all about fun. There’s a huge sun pad aft, wraparound cockpit dinette, and big cantilevered T-top (an option, but you know you want it). The sleek outdoor galley, with black carbon fiber peeking through the clear coat, has all the ingredients. My test boat had a sink, fridge and ice maker, plus stowage for bottles and glasses. An optional grill is available.

The helm would please Darth Vader mightily: black and angular, with room for twin Raymarine 16-inch monitors and everything placed so the skipper can easily see or tweak all the buttons and switches. The joystick was inboard and right where you want it, whether you’re right- or left-handed. A double-wide helm seat has a backrest high enough to be all-day comfy, bolsters for standing, and footrests at just the right height.

Step below and you’ll find some interesting contradictions. For example, there’s a one-burner stove on the galley, but also a walk-in shower with room for two, if you’re feeling slippery (the teak shower seat adds interesting possibilities).

Belowdecks is plush and well-appointed. (Courtesy Marquis Yachts/)

Clearly this is a boat where you’ll either grill in the cockpit or eat ashore, using the cabin galley for, hmmm, what? Down there, you’ll find a microwave to pop the popcorn or heat the morning espresso, and the countertop is big (even for larger yachts) at 36 inches wide to lay out your PB&J sandwiches. The Isotherm fridge comes standard and will keep the Champagne cold.

The berth—ah, the berth. It’s the result of a dinette that is great for getting out of the heat or even the rain, as on my test afternoon, and it morphs into a 75-inch-wide (an inch shy of king) berth, but shaped so oddly, any idea of fitted sheets is hopeless. Just throw a pile of sheets and blankets on it and settle in.

There’s a one-burner stove on the galley, and an Isotherm fridge comes standard. (Courtesy Marquis Yachts/)

The cabin gets big points on two fronts: First, the headroom is 6 feet, 5 inches throughout, and second, the wraparound windows provide both light and a view of the outside world.

Marquis does a great job with the details. The electrical panel is just inside the cabin door at eye level, so no stooping to find it. There’s even a hanging locker near the door so you can hang wet jackets or, I suppose, thong bikinis to drip into the bilge.

Access to the engine room should shame much larger yachts. The entire sun pad lifts on hydraulics, allowing you to walk down on steps to reach the engines and generator. The wiring and plumbing are seamanlike and tidy, the batteries accessible, and your service tech will love you.

The walk-in shower accommodates two. (Courtesy Marquis Yachts/)

Even better, a separate locker is built under that sun pad, offering great storage for lines or shore cords, and another huge locker under the cockpit floor eats fenders and all the other gear.

Power for our test boat was a pair of Cummins QSB 480 hp diesels, which pushed us to just shy of 40 mph. Now, 40 mph on the road will get you honked at even in the slow lane, but 40 mph in the Gulf Stream is a whole ’nother critter. It’s not too much speed that Aunt Edna is going to scream, but she might grab her bonnet and shout, “Whee!” I know that my co-skipper, Armando Notz from Sovereign Yachts in Stuart, Florida, and I couldn’t get enough wheel time. “My turn, my turn!”

The M42 serves up crowd-stopping good looks. (Courtesy Marquis Yachts/)

Marquis will be offering an outboard-powered version of the M42 later this year with triple Mercury Verado 400s. Getting rid of the diesel weight and upping the horsepower ante by 300 ponies should get you into the 50s, but you’ll lose that wonderful hydraulic swim platform that is so perfect for sandbar days. Your call. If you’re shopping, the VanDutch 40 ($695,000) has similar power and features.

There’s a huge sun pad aft. (Courtesy Marquis Yachts/)

When it comes to handling, Donald Blount and Associates’ hulls are known for seaworthiness and stability, and the M42 proved both nimble and reassuring as it slashed across the Gulf Stream. The boat reverse-threw the spray out and away, with few drops reaching that wraparound windshield. A little more fuel in the tanks, and we might have been tempted to run away to Bimini in the Bahamas.

Be careful when you first visit a Marquis M42; it’s a known addictive substance. You’ve been warned.

High Points

Great stability and tracking offshore.

Every nook and cranny have been turned into stowage.

Crowd-stopping good looks.

Low Points

Black cap across the windshield is directly at horizon level for the skipper’s eyes.

Permateek decking is hot in the sun.

Price: $663,955

Available Power: Inboard and Outboard

How We Tested

Engines: Twin 480 hp Cummins QSB diesels

Drive/Prop: Acme 22″ x 24″ 3-blade Nibral

Gear Ratio: 1.64:1

Fuel Load: 250 gal.

Water on Board: 10 gal.

Crew Weight: 410 lb.

Marquis Yachts – Pulaski, Wisconsin; marquisyachts.com

#boating #boatingtips #boatingsupplies #boatingnews #boatingshop #wolfcreek

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