#a'den

A’DEN

First impression : Mountain man. Rugged. Gonna get those sun wrinkles. Kind of an asshole, but like, I forgave him.

Impression now : This is a man who has a lot of feelings and is absolute crap about not wearing them right on his sleeve with his whole-ass heart. Does not have a dissembling bone in his body, and no, looking at his siblings, I have no idea how that happened. Neither do they. It baffles them every day.

Definitely a rugged outdoorsman, but an extroverty outdoorsman. The kind of guy who likes camping because he thinks it’s a fun family activity, and he loves nothing more than to have a nice big crowd around his fire, to bicker about pitching tents and compete over who can catch the biggest fish and just generally really likes roaming around the wilderness with his favorite people. Wouldn’t enjoy it half so much if he were by himself. The kind of guy who seems like he should be a rugged lone wolf, but actually has best friends literally all over the galaxy and knows all their birthdays. Will probably nag you about being too skinny while heaping your plate with third helpings. 

Favorite moment : I made a whole post about him trying to make friends with Atin and I hold to that.

Idea for a story : A’den decides the clan needs to hold on to Levet because otherwise this whole-ass farm thing will fall down around their ears, and Levet doesn’t really have significant emotional impetus to hang around if a better offer comes along, probably. So he decides, entirely on his own, that he is going to go provide that emotional impetus. He is going to befriend Levet with ulterior motives for the good of the clan. He is very proud of himself for this decision, and gets right on that. (Back in Kyrimorut, his brothers clue in sooner rather than later, but it’s too late. Jaing probably wakes up in a cold sweat with his A’den is trying to be emotionally manipulative again bells ringing and just knows.)

Anyway, Levet catches a clue pretty quickly but A’den’s handy around the crops and kind of sweet, so it’s whatever. It’d be rude to call him out. A’den, predictably, falls head over heels within, like, a week. 

They get married, probably, which means A’den did technically succeed at his mission.

Unpopular opinion : uhhh, I feel like my take on him might not be very popular in general

Favorite relationship : Ny! Their friendship is cute, even though A’den flat-out admits the entire reason he approached Ny was because he thought he could use her since she was a notable soft touch (and I appreciated that A’den was so matter-of-fact about talking about that in front of Ny because any time the Nulls’ socialization is just a few steps left of typical is fun to me). Him supporting her with his hands on her shoulders while she had a really uncomfortable scene with Kal is also one of those that just stuck.

Also the fact that A’den’s attempt to recruit an unknowing minion for The Cause turned into him wanting Ny to be his mom. Which is where the idea that A’den is terrible at keeping any sort of emotional distance whatsover from anything or anyone came from. He is a horrible choice for anything requiring compartmentalization. It’s amazing.

Favorite headcanon : A’den is also very, very gay. Is about as aware of this as he is his own personal failings as a grifter, probably.

KOM’RK

(doing these back-to-back was a mistake I am fatigued. this one’s gonna be a bit lackluster I’m sorry I had it all planned out last night I swear)

First impression : Knife Boi. Quiet.

Impression now : Extremely high emotional intelligence, but honestly that just makes him more alarming, because I don’t feel like he has a very high sense of compassion outside his family, though he can fake it. The rare breed of a low energy extrovert, and probably can pull off the lounging broodingly in a corner thing when he goes to clubs, which probably pisses Mereel off. Very reliable, even to the point where Ordo turns to him for advice a couple times and even accepts Kom’rk chiding him when he puts his foot in it about other people, but whether or not that reliability is a trap door depends on his relationship to the person, and it is genuinely impossible to tell the difference in how he treats someone he genuinely cares about and how he treats a mark until he actively decides to drop the act. Basically on the opposite end of the spectrum from A’den. I’m pulling that entirely from the way he treats Jusik, which I will get to.

But he also loves his brothers and he does things like hole up in Jaing’s room and take over a corner for himself, presumably because he just doesn’t like being alone, which is fucking cute.

Favorite moment : When Jusik, failing to note the irony, asks Kom’rk to kill him if he ever decides Jusik is getting too comfortable with manipulating other people or subverting their free thinking, and Kom’rk - who is definitely not unaware of the irony - immediately goes, “Yeah, sure, bro. Will do.” One...that’s fucking cold for someone who’s been characterized up until this point as the reliable, level-headed one who was considerate of other peoples’ feelings, wow. Talk about turning on a dime. Two, even Jaing gets a bit nervous at Kom’rk’s easy answer, and I feel like that says a hell of a lot about how Kom’rk operates.

And probably how he feels about Jusik, without ever giving the actual empath a reason to doubt Kom’rk’s loyalty to his new brother that I’m not actually sure Kom’rk feels. Good luck telling that from his behavior, though.

Idea for a story : Kom’rk developing an actual emotional investment in this clan that isn’t just his brothers. (I vote Laseema.)

Unpopular opinion : are there opinions?

Favorite relationship : Jaing. A very interesting take on the those two guys concept that I adore. I also like the idea that Jaing “People Gloves” Skirata, was probably the one who followed Kom’rk “nobody got me a cake /jk /kinda not really” Skirata to the Outer Rim to provide emotional support for him while he self-isolated. Their dynamic is bloody and sweet, I think.

Walon Vau and kal Skirata stood in the middle of a training room, arguing. Again. The two Mandalorian men were nearly nose to nose, Walon bending down while Kal looked up. They were screaming in one anothers faces, arguing about something the young cadets were not able to catch. 

The Delta’s and Null’s knew it would break out into a fight soon enough, so they watched from afar. They were teenagers now, and they knew not to get in the way of their sargeants arguing. When fists started to fly they got very dangerous. It was always best for them to punch it out, it was easier. 

Lord Mirdalan paced around the two men, sizing Skirata up as it growled low in it’s throat. Sev’s eyes widened and he nudged Scorch hard, “Look at Mird.” The other Delta’s turned their gaze to Mird, who was now in Skirata’s blind spot. 

The Strill was now frozen, its tail lashing back and forth. “Sarge is giving it hand signals.” Fixer whispered, watching Mird wiggle its butt in anticipation.  Skirata didn’t notice, too busy screaming at an oh so calm Vau. 

Suddenly one of the Null’s gasped, catching onto the Strill’s body language. Before they could warn Kal, Mird lunged. All Kal saw was a flash of gold, drool, and teeth before he was suddenly on the ground. 

The armored Mandalorian held his arms up, covering his non-helmeted face. Mird snapped and growled, it’s teeth scratching the paint off the Beskar. Mird wasn’t a stupid killer, it knew how to kill a man. Mird wasn’t going for Kal’s weak spots, it was just giving him a good scare. 

“Walon!!! Call off your pet or I’ll l-” Before Skirata could grab his knife Mird put a heavy clawed foot onto Kal’s knife wielding hand. Holding that hand down with its muscular paw. Kal cussed and screamed in Mando’a, Walon watching with a slight smirk on his face. 

The Null’s and Delta’s could only watch, Mird getting a few good bites on kal’s elbows and exposed hands. “Fine you win!! You crazy bastard!!!” Kal barked out and Vau only smirked. He whistled lowly, “Udesii Mird’ika. Udesii.” Mird growled and backed off of Kal, walking to it’s master. 

“You old psychopath.” Kal sneered as he stood. Walon ignored him and looked at his Delta’s, “Who remembers who’s faster, a Strill or an old man with a bad ankle?” The Delta’s snickered as Vau looked back at Kal. 

“You wouldn’t-” Kal couldn’t finish the command because Vau clicked his tongue, giving Mird a command. Kal cussed in Mando’a, rushing to find a place Mird couldn’t climb. 

The Strill bolted after Kal, it’s six legs giving it a powerful and large stride. The Null’s and Delta’s watched, “It’s not good to run from predators, they live for the chase.” Walon nods at the Null who spoke, “Exactly.” 

Kal climbed onto a bunch of stacked crates, using it to boost himself into a vent on the training room ceiling. Mird jumped onto the crates, snapping and growling at Skirata. “Strill’s can climb many materials, but they don’t have thumbs to open up vents.” Walon spoke, the cadets nodding. 

Walon snapped his fingers twice, “Come Mird’ika. Udesii.” He pointed at the spot in front of him as he commanded his pet.  Mird huffed loudly at Kal, trotting back over to it’s master. Walon rubbed it’s head, giving Mird a treat. 

Kal jumped from the vent and glared at Walon, “See sons?” He looked at the Null’s, “No one ever fights fair.” Kal wiped drool and some blood from his face, motioning for his Null’s.  Vau only smirked, watching as a limping Kal left the training room with the Null’s. 

Walon Vau looked at his Delta’s, “Never run from a predator, and play smart.” He motioned for them to follow. Walon left the training room with the Delta’s, who just learned a new lesson in an odd way.