Just wanted to make it clear anyone can help themselves to my au’s or ideas to do as you please with!! I’ll pin this so I can have more shenanigan room in my bio but yeah! If anyone felt worried about that or something I genuinely am always hunting for other peoples takes and ideas around similar themes or concepts too!
That is to say use anything I post at your own leisure!
and so its always here, here is a redbubble link when something is silly enough to be a sticker! lemme know if theres anything Ive drawn youd like as a sticker and we shall see!
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karen traviss: jango had an army made of himself to revenge the mandalorians against the jedi.
jon knoles: when i asked if i could give jango a revenge motive [in the bounty hunter video game], [george] wrote, “keep it about the money.”
I think Traviss made it abundantly clear Walon Vau was struggling to process what the shab went down during order 66 and both he and Skirata went more than a little crazy for a while with grief and rage from both of them losing kids and then learning the whole war was an elaborate sith plot. That they had both given up their former lives to make happen as Cuy'val Dar.
Yeah, that'd make me tinfoil hat my way into literally anything that could restore my equilibrium, too.
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If you feel confused while reading this, that's because I'm intentionally leaving out much of the previous context. Spoilers. Some fun stuff needs to be saved for the full story. @worm-strung-string
Obi and Kal Dance
Their room was dimly lit and the Jedi continued to wear his Temple Guard robes. It had become such a common sight to Kal over his lifetime that he couldn’t think of the Jedi wearing anything else. “Well?” He called. “The Longest Night doesn’t wait. At this rate you won’t show up until sunrise.” The Jedi shrugged. Nor did he turn around, continuing to stare out the window. Kal took a slow frustrated, rumbling breath before walking closer.
His helmet was tucked under his left arm and his knife sheathed once again on his right arm. Kal eyed the now heavily weathered white and gold vambrace the Jedi had offered so long ago as a solemn exchange of armor. Years after Kal had allowed the Jedi the use of his own vambrace with all its weapons and gadgets when the Jedi had been unable to wield the lightsaber. Kal had seen that vambrace on the Jedi’s arm, most of the time wrapped over in the armorweave leather bracers.
“You don’t need to stay. You don’t even need to spend any part of the evening with me,” Kal whispered painfully. “If you thought me telling you how sorry I am would help, I’d have done nothing but apologize. But it won’t change anything until you decide to change it. That’s how the future works, Jedi. We change it.”
The Jedi turned. Those blue eyes were piercing and exhausted. His Jedi had seen too much during that Force inflicted time traveling. “How will we change it, Kal?”
Kal removed a coin from a belt pouch. He was not an artist by any stretch of the imagination. Still, the Jedi symbol was recognizable though less detailed. The Jaig Eyes on the other side were better. Kal had practiced that mark of honor while learning from Munin Skirata, his buir. Kal did not know everything the Jedi went through, but could not think of anyone more deserving of the mark. “One choice at a time. Starting with this one.” Kal held the coin in his first two fingers and displayed both sides to the Jedi. “I owe you a dance.”
“Kal….”
“You don’t intend to collect?”
“That’s not…”
“Then get outside. I don’t like racking up debt and I’m not getting younger.” Kal grumbled. He tucked the coin back into his belt pouch. “You know where I’ll be.” Kal donned his helmet and strode outside quickly. He could feel the heat flash through his cheeks to his ears. The only time he had attempted to dance with this Jedi was after Jango’s death. It had been such a different galaxy then.
Kal waited just outside the bonfire’s warmth. Drums and flutes filled the air with ancient melodies while beskar pounded out its ringing beat. Then a hand settled onto his shoulder. Kal looked up into the bright blue blazing from behind the Temple Guard’s eye slits. “You do owe me that dance,” the Jedi answered. Voice filled with mirth. Even with the Temple Guard’s mask staring down at him, still charred and sliced, Kal released a chuckle, flipping the coin into the air.
“This one is winding down.” He pushed through the pack of Mandalorians overcrowding Kyrimount. He got the attention of the leading musician and asked for a rousing beat. As leader of the Skirata Clan, Kal got the next dance. He stood in the dance space and presented the coin, expecting the Jedi to accept. It was a showmanship Kal bullied through. The missing heart of his armor remained keenly felt. Yet here he was, it the heart of his territory. Among his family and friends. Even invited guests to this Longest Night celebration witnessing that emptiness. “Jedi, I owe you more than a dance.”
The Jedi had yet to tell Kal his name, so Kal refused to use it despite that it was now public knowledge among the Skirata Clan. And he would never use it while the Temple Guard mask was in place. The Jedi had not wrapped over the sand-gold vambrace. It glittered in the firelight. “That you do.” The Jedi did accept the coin.
The drums blasted a loud thump, followed by a low thunderous rumble. The coin disappeared and their left arms slammed together. Neither backed down. That was not who they were. Quick feet and harsh clashes punctuated they’re spins. This was not the dance for the faint hearted. This was more combat than dance. Sparks flashed as Mandalorian Iron scraped against each other. Just like any fight, this dance could not drag out.
With the final blow, they were chest to chest, slow to come back to the world. The Jedi’s eyes glowed that eerie blue. Tonight, that did not bother Kal. The Jedi stepped away first and suddenly Kal lost his breath. “Thank you, Kal,” the Jedi whispered before retreating into the stunned crowd.
It was Jaster who dropped an arm around Kal’s shoulders and steered him away from the bonfire. “That is not what I expected.”
“I don’t care what you expected, Jaster. He’s not a puzzle to take apart.”
“No…. That he is not. Obi-Wan has been lost for far too long.” Jaster offered Kal a mug of something cold and sweet. The Clones of Jango Fett all seem to prefer juices over alcohol. Now that seemed to be the only drink served. “You however, you’re a puzzle.”
“Lay off.”
“You’re actually trying to fix it.”
“I don’t expect you to understand.” Kal brushed Jaster away. “I would have gone back for you if I had the chance… yet I didn’t go back for him when I could have. You don’t fix that.” Kal grabbed another mug of juice and searched out the Jedi, who had found a gently sloping hill that overlooked the bonfire ring. “Always out in the cold.” Kal set the drinks down between them, followed by his helmet behind them. “Tired already?”
“Yes and no.” The Jedi removed his mask and carefully placed it beside Kal’s helmet. “Not from the dance.”
“But from everything else. The Empire is encroaching and Jaster wants to muster a full army to prevent them from taking Mandalore. And he’s only been here for weeks.”
“Kal…” The Jedi removed a slim piece of beskar. “You’ve never stopped being safe. I am tired of being scared of my dreams. The nightmares….” The Jedi took Kal’s hand and pressed the Kar’ta into Kal’s palm. It was his sand-gold heart of his armor. Only it now bore a white flourish. All too similar to the golden flourishes on the Temple Guard’s robes. “I choose to start again. As many times as we must.”
Closing his hand around the kar’ta, Kal was uncertain. “Jedi…..”
“You may call me Obi-Wan.”
Kal snorted, finding the introduction absurd. “Yeah, you made me use Jedi for decades. Don’t expect Obi-Wan to be first choice. Hells, I’ve called you Ben often enough.” He did lean in and gently pulled Obi-Wan’s forehead to his. “You hold my heart. I hold yours. For eternity.”
“Kar'taylir darasuum.” Obi-Wan repeated, knowing far more Mando’a than Kal ever expected.
I have been getting very amped up by ladyknight33 in the dms and got writting zoomies so you's can have this nibble with no context
“I SAID HOLD YOUR MARKS”
“FOR WHAT?!”
Kal is watching the overpasses, where something exploded and dust barrels over into the canyon their in with the enemy and yes a giant brainless brute is an enemy because it’s choosen to eat them.
His knife held over his chest prepared to lunge with it. His thumb stick up just enough to tap his ka’rta. He knows he’s here.. “Come on you son of a witch, come on now”
“Kal what are we waiting for-”
“THERE!”
Two grapple lines break from the dust across the canyon, taunt in an instant as bodied break from the clouds. One using a sentra takes break above the cloud and Kal sees a sword dragging with it.
But it’s the body that propels itself with no wires or jetpack he locks onto. White robes dragging the dust trails like a jet. Looking like an avenging angel right from his nightmares.
His orders snap too, “THEYVE GOT THE HIGH GROUND TAKE OUT ITS LOW GROUND”
“You heard him! Bring it down before they get the final hit!”
.....C-Chancellor Squeeks (our beloved) is wearing a WAR TROPHY FROM A SITH!?!?
Has he learned NOTHING from the training modules!?!? It's probably HELLA CURSED!!!! Got Sith dandruff/cooties/germs ALL OVER IT!
(To be fair his squad hadn't hit those modules yet. But like ALSO? What's more Mandalorian? Then taking your empire and wearing a trophy about it.)
But like? Chancellor Squeeks, unbothered, leading a TRAIN of Very Concerned Jedi and Vod™ who are ANXIOUSLY HOVERING like he's got a bomb around his teeny weeny wittle neck, like? "P-please! Chancellor! We have SO MANY BOWS! Any bow you choose! Just PLEASE give us the horrifying Dark Side Soaked SITH FABRIC!" .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.
Chancellor Squeeks, unbothered, cause he stole it from the guys NEWLY Delivered "im gonna be an Emperor" robe not the one he was wearing (Cause gross also oops we may have exploded him): ( •〰️•) ~☆
SQUEAKS IS WRITTING THOSE TRAINING MODULES NOW YOU FOOL! HE'S OUT HERE REWRITTING ALL THE RULES AND PROCEEDURES!! WORSE WITH FOX 'im sick of all these procedures' IN HIS TINY EAR
even if it DID had sith cooties another reason he has Obi-wan under his tiny paw! keeps the Chancellor swaddled in the force from any of the sithy shit their moving around
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