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Just finished the Shadow Lord finale and I need someone to sedate me because WHAT WAS THAT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Okay so I do not know if you peeps heard the dialogues or came across it (I did once I finished the game and went to Dathomir, talking with Greez outside the Mantis) but basically, he is chatting with Cal. They talk about food or something, and Greez says something like “good luck trying to get a serving before Marrin does/ She already got 3 or four servings” or something like that so here are more Merrin headcanons because I love her and it spiralled-

“I will simply take what I am owed (three portions minimum)” Merrin does not “snack”, she commits.

If there is food, she is eating like she just personally survived a ritual trial (because in her mind… she kinda did). Also babygirl grew up on Dathomir with one (1) crusty old man (Malicos) and I too, would absolutely devour anything else other than despair, Jedi AND Sith reject, and dust. Greez makes one (1) comment about portions and she just goes “On Dathomir, hesitation meant starvation. You hesitate a lot.”

Also I feel like she eats fast but not messy. Like she has somewhere to be.

She will absolutely take food off Cal’s plate mid-conversation without breaking eye contact. She will pretend it is just to taste something, Cal being himself and sweet about it, offers some and he's trapped cause now it is HER plate and HER food.

I think desserts and sweets would confuse the Force out of her because they do not serve survival purpose to her? Like yeah she will eat some chocolate or something and be like????

Merrin does not sugarcoat, we know that. She doesn’t even own sugar to coat things with.

Cal: “Do you think that plan will work?” Merrin: “No. But I am curious to see you try.”

She asks deeply invasive questions with zero awareness they’re invasive like, “Why are you emotionally attached to this object? It is… ugly” or something. Not because she is not respectful but because she is just like that?... She kinda grew up alone (beside that crusty ahh predatory dude) and I feel like no one would have told her “hey that is not nice to say-” cause the occasion never presented itself for it to be said in the first place.

If someone is being fake nice she immediately clocks it, “You are saying kind words but your energy feels like a threat. Explain.”

She defo gives compliments like “You are less annoying than before.” which, to her, is high praise and to be honest it is to me too lmao-

I think everything is fascinating to Merrin because everything is weird compared to what she grew up with (dust, regret, spiders and crusty old man). She treats completely normal things like she’s studying a new species. “Why do you celebrate surviving another year by consuming sugar?” but then again it is just curiosity, not said to be mean.

She will absolutely poke things she should not poke. Glowing plant? Poked. Strange goo? Already touched it. Potentially cursed artifact? She’s holding it up to the light going “hmm.” Cal is starting to go grey because of her and BD is like “FINALLY YOU SEE HOW WORRYING IT IS WHEN SOMEONE DOES NOT LISTEN HUH-”

She asks “why” over and over until the other person runs out of answers and starts questioning their own life choices. And when she learns slang? Oh it’s over. She uses it slightly wrong but with full confidence, like, “This is what you call… a ‘vibe,’ yes?” and no one has the heart to correct her. I would not correct her.

Animals are where she really shines because her standards are completely broken in the best way. Dathomir wildlife is basically 80% nightmare and 20% nightmare in a different font, so now Merrin sees something objectively dangerous and goes, “It has large eyes. I trust it.”

Cal is like “that can kill you” and she just shrugs, “Many things can. This one is fluffy.” Her approach to animals is just pure, unwavering confidence. No fear, no hesitation, just “we are friends now.”

If it hisses? “It is expressing boundaries. I respect that.” She does not leave. She would 100% adopt something mildly horrifying and insist it’s harmless. “It only bites when threatened. Or bored.” Which is somehow worse, but she says it like that’s reassuring.

Her sense of danger is permanently skewed from growing up on Dathomir. Giant predator? Manageable. Ancient dark magic? Fine. Small fast bug? Immediate, visceral hatred. “Kill it.”

She’ll also casually describe something deeply horrifying while everyone else is trying to eat and genuinely not understand the problem. Greez is like “can you not say that while I’m eating?” and she just goes, “Why? You are eating well.” She also does not understand why people get scared of things she considers normal. “It only tried to eat you once. That is practically friendliness.” The bar is so low and yet, somehow, comforting????

Socially, Merrin is just… observing. Constantly. She watches interactions like it’s a live study. “Fascinating. You are both pretending not to be angry.”

When she discovers humor, she gets it, slightly off-timing, wrong emphasis, wrong moment. She’ll repeat jokes later like, “Ah yes. ‘That went well.’ I understand sarcasm,” and everyone else is like… do you? Her deadpan delivery makes everything worse in the best way too. “If this goes poorly, I will simply resurrect us. Problem solved.” No one knows if she’s joking. She might not be.

Merrin absolutely talks to BD like they are having full, meaningful conversations even though she understands approximately 0% of what he’s saying. BD does a string of beeps and she nods like, “Yes. That is a valid perspective, little one.” Cal is like “you don’t know what he said” and she just goes, “I understand his tone.” Half the time BD is just reporting something completely unrelated and Merrin’s responding like he just confessed a deep emotional truth. At some point BD starts playing along, changing his beeps to match her vibe, and now they’ve accidentally developed a system where they both think they understand each other. Cal has lost control of the situation and does not have the heart to tell her what is going on.

She takes metaphors literally at first and then refuses to let them go even after she understands them. Someone says “we’re not out of the woods yet” and she pauses like “…there are no woods.. We are not on Kashyyyk” Then later she will use it herself but slightly wrong and with full confidence. “We are still… in the woods, yes?” No one corrects her because technically she’s got the spirit.

Merrin discovering pets that are just… small and harmless? Life-changing. She picks one up and just stares at it like she’s been lied to her entire life. “It does not want to kill me. Why?” She will sit there holding it for way too long, gently rotating it like she’s inspecting a relic. If it makes a noise she gasps a little, like “it speaks.” She’s not even being dramatic, she’s just genuinely fascinated. I think she would love guinea pigs tbh. Or cats.

She doesn’t really get personal space at first. Not in a creepy way, just in a “why would distance equal respect?” way. She will stand very close during conversations, tilt her head, and just… study people mid-sentence. If they lean back, she leans forward. Not aggressive. Just curious. Cal has to gently be like “you’re doing it again” and she’s like “ah. Yes. The space.”

Merrin tries to comfort people and it comes out so sincere but slightly terrifying. Someone’s upset and she’s like, “Your pain is temporary. Everything is temporary,” which is either deeply profound or mildly ominous depending on your mood. Or she’ll just sit next to them in silence for a while and then go, “I am here. That is… what you do, yes?” and honestly it works. Mostly with Cal.

She is obsessed with the concept of inside jokes. The moment she realizes people have shared bits of humor that don’t make sense to outsiders, she wants one immediately. She tries to start one by just saying something completely random and then repeating it later like it’s established lore. “This is like the time of the… broken spoon.” There was no broken spoon. Now there is. She will bring it up again weeks later and expect everyone to understand.

She takes things people say as jokes and occasionally just… keeps them as facts. Greez says something sarcastic like “yeah, sure, I’m the bravest guy here” and Merrin just goes, “Yes.” From then on, she refers to him with complete sincerity as the bravest among them. Greez does not know how to undo this.

Watching people argue is her favorite unexpected hobby. Not because she likes conflict or something, but because she’s trying to understand the rules. She’ll quietly sit there, tracking both sides, and then at the end go, “You are both wrong in different ways,” and walk away. No elaboration.

Hello anon!! Beside the requests I did for the peeps recently on AO (in one big work), I don't! I do need, some day, to post the ones I posted on there, on tumblr!

But I do have a lot of Star Wars works (lots of mando stuff mostly)! I have 60-ish Star Wars works on my AO3 profile!🩵🩵🩵

A Completely Unbiased Take on Why BD-1 Is Better Than Everyone Else

First of all, how do I feel about BD-1?

That’s not a question, anon. That’s an emotional ambush.

I would like to begin by stating, calmly and rationally, that BD-1 is the backbone of civilization and the only reason anything gets done in Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order. Without him, the entire plot collapses in approximately seven (7) minutes and Cal Kestis is just standing there like “huh. guess I’ll die then.”

BD-1 is not “cute.” BD-1 is not “just a droid.”

BD-1 is a survivor of long-term emotional neglect who still chose kindness, which frankly makes him stronger than 99% of the Jedi Order combined and I am INCLUDING the ones with fancy robes and council seats. Yes, Obi-Wan Cannoli whatever Included.

This little guy was left on Bogano for YEARS. YEARS. Do you understand what that does to a being???

He could’ve gone full villain. He could’ve said “actually, I hate everyone now, enjoy your locked vaults and your consequences.” But NO. He said:

“new friend detected :) initiating immediate trust and emotional support protocols :)”

THE RESILIENCE???

Also his loyalty- BD-1 doesn’t just help Cal.

He scans. He maps. He hacks. He heals. He literally injects life-saving stims mid-combat like a battlefield medic with zero hesitation.

Meanwhile Cal is out here:

falling off cliffs on Zeffo because the ice slides hate me personally

touching things he absolutely should not touch

having Force-induced emotional breakdowns in ancient tombs (so true bestie, me too)

and BD-1 is just like: “it’s okay bestie I got you :)”

Also the WAY he communicates???

Those little beeps are doing MORE emotional storytelling than half the galaxy. I don’t need subtitles. I KNOW when he’s excited. I KNOW when he’s concerned. I KNOW when he’s judging Cal for making another questionable life decision. The saddest boops known to mankind when Cal says it's smells like old oil- I was READY to go to WAR for that baby. Eno Cordova left him like a FORGOTTEN METAL LUNCHBOX WITH SCARY CREATURES LARVAES ON BOGANO I-

The head tilts. THE HEAD TILTS-

That is not a droid. That is a tiny therapist with built-in parkour capabilities.

People will be like “oh I like BD-1 he’s cute :)”

CUTE????

CUTE????

This is a being who:

maintained critical Jedi knowledge

protected sensitive data through literal memory wipes

survived isolation

immediately chose connection again

and carried the entire mission on his BACK (and Cal’s shoulder, technically, but spiritually his BACK)

Put some RESPECT on his name.

And yes, I will defend him against ANYONE, including hypothetically against Eno Cordova because I still have QUESTIONS.

You’re telling me you entrusted the future of the Jedi to a droid (correct choice) but didn’t leave him a little goodbye message (incorrect choice, jail for life)?

I just wanna talk.

In conclusion, I feel like if anything ever happened to him, I would become a problem not just in this galaxy, but in several others.

I feel like he deserves peace, droid snacks, consistent emotional validation and a formal apology tour from everyone who has ever underestimated him.

we BEEN knew about Darth Maul. that’s not new information. that man has been illegally graceful since day ONE. fine. accepted. documented.

but ALSO??? Marrok, the zabraks as a WHOLE, every single mando built like a walking intimidation tactic with bonus swagger, and now—DUDE—LAWSON THE COP DAD??? since WHEN was he part of the lineup??? who added him to the roster??? like sure he was like fine to me but the recent episodes????? hellO????????

everyone understood the assignment a little TOO well. i am looking around like “okay haha funny pattern-” NO. it’s escalating.

we BEEN knew. but also… DUDE.

because why am i out here minding my business and then suddenly getting hit with posture, presence, and unnecessary levels of control from EVERY direction. i can’t even be surprised anymore i just have to sit there like “of course. naturally. this is my life now.”

i need to speak with beings of CULTURE immediately because we are NOT discussing the another real issue here: zabraks and their absolutely diabolical commitment to having biceps for no reason. why are the arms part of the narrative.

i just know the jedi archives do NOT cover this. there is no training for this. no amount of meditation prepares you for a zabrak casually existing with that level of presence.

also Marrok's freaking gloved fingers need a thesis because I have THOUGHTS and none of them are in the Jedi Code besties.

WHEN—WH—WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREECHED-😭😭😭😭😭

good thing you guys have john williams on speedial cause we need the jurassic park theme for the freaking petrodactyl screech i LET OUT-

animators i REFUSE to believe you didn’t know EXACTLY what you were doing with Marrok and those gloved fingers like be serious for ONE second??? the deliberate movement??? the pause??? the DRAMA?? hello???

this is a targeted attack. this is harassment. this is cinema. THIS IS INSANE WHAT THE HELL-

why am i sitting here rewinding like “hmm perhaps i imagined that” NO I DID NOT. IT GOT WORSE ON REPLAY.

who storyboarded this. who approved it. who said “yes zoom in slightly, make it slower” i just want to talk.

anyway i have made it into a gif for educational purposes (me losing my mind repeatedly)

star wars said plot. i said unfortunately i am distracted by the HANDS

The spins??? the footwork??? the way he just GLIDES like gravity is optional??? THE HAND BEHIND HIS BACK LIKE WHAT ARE YOU, A WAITER SIR-

I’m actually offended. Pissed off. Genuinely annoyed. Pick a struggle—be scary OR be graceful OR be weirdly captivating, you CANNOT be all three at once?????

The posture?? the CONTROL??? the way he just stands there like “yes I will psychologically destroy you AND look incredible doing it” hello???? who approved this???

I KNOW I would be the worst jedi imaginable. Zero discipline. None. He would say one ominous sentence in that voice and I’d be like “hmm… that does sound compelling actually, go on evil tomato man”

THANK YOUUU!!!! T-T😌‼️

I will celebrate as Maul intended: by dramatically brooding, consuming an unreasonable amount of waffles, probs playing Fallen Order and immediately watching the new Shadow Lord episode like it’s a sacred ritual BECAUSE IT ISSSS-

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WITH ALL THE LOVE AND RESPECT IN THE GALAXY TO Eno Cordova BUT EXCUSE ME?????

YOU’RE TELLING ME THIS MAN— THIS SCHOLAR. THIS “I LEAVE HOLOGRAMS LIKE SPACE TED TALKS” MAN— WENT ALL “ah yes, the fate of the Jedi Order rests on this encrypted message for some random future Force-sensitive” AND NOT ONCE TURNED TO BD-1 LIKE “hey little guy btw i’m about to vanish into the narrative void, pls don’t emotionally imprint on the next sad ginger you see 🫶”??????

I just got that conv in the Mantis between Cere and BD in Fallen Order where she talks to him, saying she remembers him etc when she was looking for Peepaw Cordova and she asks BD if Cordova left him a message- and WHAT THE HELL- SIR?????????

BD-1 WAS OUT THERE ON BOGANO FOR YEARS. YEARS.

JUST VIBING. ALONE. DOING HIS LITTLE beep boop archaeology assistant ROUTINE. PROBABLY REWATCHING OLD HOLO-RECORDINGS LIKE A DEPRESSED IPAD KID.

YOU KNOW HE HAD ROUTINES. YOU KNOW HE WAITED.

day 1: “master will be back 🥹” day 37: “master is simply running late 🥺🥺” day 406: stares at the horizon in 240p sadness🥺🥺🥺 day 1,000+: *has emotionally adopted the concept of abandonment but still perks up at every footstep*🥺🥺🥺🥺

AND THEN ENTER Cal Kestis — wet sad cat of a man, trauma levels: catastrophic, fashion sense: poncho, emotional state: “I have not processed a single thing since Order 66”

AND BD-1 IMMEDIATELY GOES “this one. this is my new emotionally fragile Jedi. I will project all my unresolved attachment issues onto him.”

NO TRANSITION. NO TRUST ISSUES. JUST FULL SEND.

AND YOU’RE TELLING ME CORDOVA DIDN’T EVEN LEAVE A LITTLE: “bd, if you’re watching this… you were the best co-pilot. please eat something and don’t follow strangers.”

NOT EVEN A “good droid.” NOT EVEN A PAT ON THE HEAD HOLOGRAM.

JUST: “anyway, mysterious future Jedi, here’s a puzzle, good luck, may the Force be with you cause I won't✌️”

SIR THE REAL PUZZLE IS YOUR PARENTING SKILLS.

I’M JUST SUPPOSED TO ACCEPT THAT BD-1 survived alone, maintained the entire vault system, KEPT THE MEMORY WIPE INFO LOCKED AWAY LIKE A LOYAL LITTLE SOLDIER AND STILL HAD THE EMOTIONAL CAPACITY TO TRUST AGAIN???

BD-1 IS STRONGER THAN EVERY SINGLE JEDI COMBINED.

I SAID WHAT I SAID.

Also don’t think I didn’t notice that when Cal gets Force echoes BD-1 is just like “oh cool you’re doing trauma visions? yeah me too bestie I just don’t have a monologue button-”

LIKE????? BD-1 DESERVED closure, snacks, therapy and A NOTE. JUST A NOTE.

ENO CORDOVA YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH (respectfully)(in a tumblr essay)(with bullet points and emotional damage)

DIVIDED BY NATIONS, UNITED BY DARTH MAUL GRABBING SOMEONE BY THE CHIN LIKE HE INVENTED CONTROL AND TENSION IN ONE MOVE THOUGHTS-

No because WHY did he do that like that. WHY was it so deliberate-

Some headcanons because hello you've been so nice about it Anon:

He does it when he wants your full attention, and he is not repeating himself. There is no “did you hear me?” because the second his fingers tilt your chin up, you heard him. You are hearing him. You will continue hearing him for the rest of your life.

It’s never rough for the sake of it. Everything he does is precise, measured, intentional like he already decided exactly how much pressure to use, exactly how long to hold you there, exactly how close to get. There’s no hesitation EVER. That’s what makes it worse.

Eye contact is not optional. The second he lifts your chin, you are LOCKED IN. There is no looking away, no escape, no breaking focus. And he waits until you meet his gaze properly too, that little shi-.

He has all the patience in the world for that. You would think it is a different man even. Like oh so NOW we have PATIENCE????

He tilts your chin just slightly higher than necessary, just enough to put you at a disadvantage, enough to make you feel exposed under that stare. And suddenly you are reevaluating every single decision that led you to this exact moment.

He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. If anything, his tone gets quieter, more controlled, like he’s making sure you lean in to listen. And you do.

His thumb rests there, right at the edge of pressure. Not enough to hurt, never careless, but to remind you that he could. That he is choosing not to. That control is entirely his.

When he speaks, it’s slow. Clear. Every word placed exactly where it needs to be. No wasted movement, no wasted sound. You don’t interrupt. You wouldn’t dare.

And then the praise?? Rare. Controlled. But devastating when it happens. “Good girl/boy/sweetheart/pet name of your choice.” Quiet, low, almost like he’s confirming something to himself more than to you but you feel it anyway because HELLO WHO WOULDN'T. Or softer still, like some “That’s better.” Like he expected nothing less, like you finally aligned with what he wanted to see.

He doesn’t overdo it. That’s what makes it hit harder I think. One word, maybe two, and it stays with you longer than it should. He lets go slowly. Slow enough that you’re aware of it. A gradual release, like he knows exactly what effect he’s leaving behind and is giving you time to sit in it.

And he doesn’t step back immediately either. He lingers just enough, watching, making sure the message landed. (It did. It absolutely did.)

You’re left there trying to remember how to function while he’s already moved on like nothing happened??? SIR????

aka “I came here to thirst over zabraks and now I’m crying about found family what happened-”

You cannot tell me that once Rook Kast settles into that role, the entire atmosphere around her shifts just slightly, like not enough for outsiders to notice, but enough that the Zabraks unconsciously gravitate toward wherever she is, because it’s the one place that feels…steady.

They don’t hover obviously, they would rather die than be caught hovering, but somehow they’re always nearby, standing a little closer than necessary, taking up positions that just happen to be within her line of sight, like silent, very large, very intimidating house cats.

If she’s working on something, there is always at least one of them lingering in the same room, pretending to be on guard duty but not actually moving. Just existing there quietly like “yes this is a task I am doing, I am standing.”

She absolutely notices when one of them is more exhausted than usual before they even say anything, and just hands them something to eat without looking up, “you’re running on nothing again,” and they take it without argument, which is HUGE for them.

There’s definitely a point where one of them gets injured worse than usual and tries to brush it off, and she just gives them a Look and says “sit,” and the way he immediately does it without even thinking about it??? life-changing.

They don’t say thank you out loud most of the time, but it shows in little things. In the way they listen faster when she calls, or how they don’t leave immediately after being dismissed, like they’re waiting to make sure she doesn’t need anything else.

If she’s late for something—even by a few minutes because they are THAT dramatic—you KNOW at least one of them is subtly checking entrances, scanning more than usual, just making sure everything is fine, but acting like it’s purely tactical.

One of the younger ones definitely starts picking up on her habits. Remembering how she prepares food or how she organizes supplies, not because he was told to do so, but because he wants to help in the only way he knows how. Like “mom”.

There’s this quiet thing where if she’s sitting down, they give her space without being told, like forming this perimeter around her, not in a controlling way, just in a “nothing is getting past us while you rest” kind of way.

She probably complains about them not resting enough, and over time they actually start…trying, in their own way. Could be sitting down for a few minutes longer than usual, or not immediately getting back up after being patched up, and that’s their version of effort.

If she ever gets injured, even slightly, the energy in the room changes instantly. It goes from calm to razor sharp in half a second, and suddenly every Zabrak nearby is hyper-aware, hyper-focused, and absolutely not okay with it.

They don’t fuss over her the way she does over them, but they stay closer, quieter, more alert, like they’re compensating in the only way they know how.

And the softest part??? She trusts them.

Not in a big dramatic speech way, but in little things. Like turning her back without thinking, or handing something off without checking twice, and that trust settles into them in a way they don’t talk about but definitely feel.

At first they absolutely do not like her, because from their perspective she just appears and immediately starts pointing out problems, and not even in a dramatic way, just in a very “you’re bleeding, sit down” kind of tone, which is honestly more unsettling to them than if she tried to fight them. Because what do you mean you’re not intimidated and also not impressed-

And she just keeps going, like she is moving through a group of 6’4 horned men like it’s a mildly inconvenient hallway, stopping one mid-brood to fix a bandage, telling another to stop standing like that because it’s clearly making the injury worse, and they’re all just standing there like…this is not in the training manual, we don’t have a protocol for this. Also she doesn’t do it gently in a soft, comforting way.

She does it in a very matter-of-fact, “this is inefficient and I’m fixing it” way, which somehow makes it even worse for them, because they can’t even categorize it as kindness. It just feels like something inevitable that they cannot argue with.

Then it keeps happening, like suddenly there is actual food at regular times and not just “we forgot to eat for twelve hours and then fought about it,”. And she’s handing them bowls like “eat,” and they do, not because they were ordered to like soldiers or an army, but because she said it in a way that made it feel like not eating would be stupid.

The real damage is when she starts patching them up without making a big deal out of it, because these men are used to pain being ignored or pushed through. And now there’s just someone grabbing their arm, cleaning a wound, and moving on like it’s the most normal thing in the galaxy, and they genuinely do not know how to process that.

So they start…adjusting, very quietly, like sitting when told, not arguing as much, hovering slightly closer when she’s around without really realizing why, and absolutely not talking about it because that would require emotions.

And then one day one of the younger ones, who is tired and injured and not thinking straight, just mumbles “thanks, mom” under his breath while she’s handing him food or fixing something, and the entire room just STOPS.

Like full silence. No one breathes.

He immediately realizes what he said and looks like he’s about to evaporate on the spot.

And Rook just pauses for half a second and goes “yeah, don’t make it weird. Eat.” And that’s it. That’s the only acknowledgment. Which somehow makes it ten times worse.

Because now it’s real.

It never gets brought up again, obviously, but it happens again, rarely, accidentally, always when someone’s a little too out of it to filter themselves. And every time the others pretend they didn’t hear it while also very much hearing it.

The older ones who would rather die than say it out loud still start listening to her more, letting her fix things without argument, actually resting when she tells them to, because somewhere along the line it stopped being about authority and started being about the fact that she notices things and doesn’t let them fall apart.

I know Maul is out there building an empire through sheer rage and dramatic speeches, trying to play chess in 4D, but in the background Rook has somehow built a group of extremely dangerous warriors who now eat regularly, take care of their injuries, and have one single person they will not argue with. And if anyone outside the group even slightly disrespects her, it’s over immediately, because they might not say it, they might not even fully understand it, but there is a very quiet, very solid agreement that she is not to be messed with.

Not because she’s the strongest of them, or leader. But because she’s theirs. That's “mom”.

Because I REFUSE to believe NO ONE has brought this up in a meeting in the Shadow Collective.

You’re telling me they’re planning covert operations, stealth missions, delicate negotiations, and then it’s just:

CLANK. CLANK. CLANK.

And everyone’s like yes. This is fine. This is subtle. Like imagine you’re hiding. You’re in position. The target is unaware.

And then from down the hallway you just hear:

CLANK… CLANK CLANK… metallic shoulder shift… ominous cape sWISH…

It’s a performance, not a mission. You might as well turn on dramatic lighting and have Darth Maul start monologuing early, Hamlet. AND the craziest part is NO ONE reacts.

No one is like “hey maybe we should…pad that? oil the joints? walk a LITTLE QUIETER BETHANY?????”

Imagine you’re a rookie, new peep, you’re just trying to do your job. You’re focusing. You’re thinking thoughts or eveil mastermind plans. And behind you it’s just:

CLANK.

Now you’re startled.

CLANK CLANK.

Now you’ve lost your train of thought.

You turn around and it’s just a fully armored Mandalorian standing there like they didn’t just sound like a collapsing toolbox. And you have to act normal.

You have to be like “oh hey didn’t hear you come in” YES YOU DID. YOU HEARD EVERYTHING. THE WALLS HEARD.

ALSO there is NO way this doesn’t wake people up.

You’re telling me they have shared quarters and NO ONE has beef about this??????? Imagine trying to sleep and someone walks past your door at 3am and it’s just:

CLANK… shift… CLANK…DRAMATIC CAPE SWISH WITH ADDED CLANKING

I bet they have echoing hallways too. Because you KNOW those bases are all metal. You KNOW the acoustics are ATROCIOUS.

One step probably reverberates for 10–14 business days.

At some point someone had to ask “is this practical?” And the answer, apparently, was “no. but it’s intimidating as hell.”

Which is fair. Because if I hear that much armor approaching me with intent, I’m not waiting to confirm anything. I’m already running for my life Bestie.

I’m so sorry but this show has dropped TWO (2) episodes and I am already emotionally, spiritually, and intellectually unavailable for anything else. This is my personality now. This is my brand. I will be insufferable about Darth Maul, Zabraks, Mandalorians, and animated shows with suspiciously high-quality lighting until further notice.