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Some cool fan art and official posters for Season 3 of The Mandalorian
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Mandalorians may be barbaric nomads, but they respect the traditions of the talking stick like no other
#the mandalorion spoilers#the mandolorian#madalor#din djarin#the armorer#star wars#not pjo#that ep was so silly#we love Paz vizsla in this house
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Finally finished painting my Mandalorians. Clan Wren and Uncle Boba are ready to rock and roll!
#star wars legion#star wars rebels#star wars#madalor#madalorians#the mandalorian#book of boba fett#sabine wren
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So let's talk about my Ghost AU, cause I kinda love the idea.
So everything is Canon right up until 6 months after Order 66 occurs.
6 months after the events of the Jedi Purge, an employee at the former Jedi Temple finds something odd. A tear on one of the lower floors. It was small, barely the length of an infants forearm. The employee mentioned it to their supervisor, and then went on with their lives.
The information went further and further up the chain until Vader and Palpatine themselves hear the report as well.
Palpatine decided to study it in spite of Vader's suggestion that maybe they should try to close it.
Three months later, the tear is now the size of the room, and no one can go near it without losing their minds.
Three months after that, the tear explodes outward. It kills everyone in the former Jedi Temple, including Palpatine and Vader, and everyone within 5 km of the temple loses themselves and becomes monsters, or they die to the creatures pouring out of the tear.
The shockwave from the explosion radiated out from Coruscant and across the galaxy, ripping open other tears as it went, and triggering another massive explosion on Mandalore, leaving Madalore and Mandalorian space, as a massive Deadzone.
B1 Battle Droids are repurposed to patrol the 5 km area around the Jedi Temple, as no one living can go there and remain alive. Ships carrying droids and astromechs map the deadzone that used to be Mandalorian space.
And across the galaxy, agencies pop up who all do the same thing. They hunt ghosts and monsters and try to find a fix to the tears.
Also, across the galaxy, pop-up black markets where people who care more about credits than anything else sell items that have spirits attached to them.
One ghost hunter, a solo agent who lives just outside the 5 km deadzone on Coruscant, manages to get her hands on a helmet belonging to a Clone Trooper who died in the Purge. A helmet that was sold on the black market due to the fact that there's a spirit attached to the helmet.
She becomes the only agency with a Ghost who is a full partner. Though she's convinced that he's not actually dead.
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The Price of Peace - a Wolfwren fanfiction
A/N: Hello everyone! I've just begun posting a new multi-chapter fic. It's based on the romance between Obi-Wan and Satine, but this time it's Shin and Sabine. I hope you'll enjoy it :) Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole thing, the link will be at the end!
Shin could count how many times she’d left Coruscant on one hand. This would be her sixth times, officially calling for the use of a second hand to count. They were bound for Mandalore. She sat in the co-pilot seat, watching the stars flash around them, boxing their small ship into a tunnel of light. Baylan sat on the other side of the cockpit, his gaze not on the galaxy around them but on his padawan.
“What is the title given to the leader of Madalore?”
Shin had to tear her eyes away from the lights. She looked back at her master, then her gaze fell to the ground as she searched her memory. She’d been given a crash course on Mandalorian politics by the librarian before leaving, but it had been pretty late at night and she had fallen asleep on her desk four times in an hour.
“The Mandalore?”
“Mand’alor. It has been a long time since the Mandalorians have chosen a Mand’alor, hence yet another civil war.”
“Master, if this is the third civil war in as many generations, what can we truly do to help them?”
Baylan sighed. Shin knew her master wasn’t entirely thrill by their assignment, but it had been too long since he had been given any mission, and the Council knew that. Whatever the case may be, Shin was determined to make the most of the assignment.
“We will do what the Council has asked of us. We will protect the Countess Wren for as long as is required.”
The ship let out a beep, indicating they would soon exit hyperspace. Baylan turned his attention back to the controls and Shin imitated him. While her master wasn’t thrilled about joining a civil war, Shin wasn’t thrilled about their target. She imagined the Countess to be like all the politicians in Coruscant, probably old and full of ideas that would be impossible to execute even in the best of times. The kind of politicians who practiced their cordial smiles in the mirror every morning. This Countess was apparently the Mandalorians’ greatest chance at peace. Shin couldn’t quite believe that.
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52296436/chapters/132292435
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Darth Maul and the Fall of Madalor! Click HERE for prints.
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My boyfriend reckons he's guessed the end of season 3
• Gideon wipes Din's memory to use him as a super soldier
• the mandalorians already on Madalore knew that Gideon was there (how could they not have noticed?) and have been helping him and are the spies
• the weird creature that Bo killed to save Din took a vile of Din's blood which Gideon wants to use to clone him and create an army
• Gideon will use Din to kill Bo
• Grogu will wield the dark sabre (probs using the force) to rescue Din
• Grogu will then take Din to Luke where Luke will train Grogu as a Jedi and help Din regain his lost memories
#idk if think Filoni will let Bo die tho#reckon Grogu will end up with the dark sabre fr#the mandalorian spoilers#the mandalorian season 3#the mandalorian season three spoilers#spoilers#Mando spoilers
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I hate that my brain is so easily on board with crackships.. like I saw some random post saying that axe and paz's fight were hot and that after... yknow.. axe might have had adopted ragnar (because they stand next to each other in the last scene on madalore?) and I was like... paz and axe huh? yah alright 🤷♀️
I will take it. Paz/Axe is now accepted and confirmed. And Ragnar is adopted by Axe cause Paz is in the hospital and certainly DID NOT DIE.
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AU where Obi-Wan and Anakin on a random (very peaceful diplomatic mission) accidentally meet up with Satine in their very first year as Master and Padawan and Satine immediately takes little Ani under her wing. And from there they visit her frequently on Madalore where Anakin learns a lot about politics and how to sus out lies (following her around and learning everything she teaches him while he's there) so when Palpatine begins to get all creepy and manipulative Anakin immediately goes to Obi-Wan and tells him that Palpatine is giving off the three signs of untrustworthy backstabber Satine told him about and Anakin is scared and Obi-Wan needs to do something about it, now.
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The Good Jedi: Chapter Five
“He’s signing something.”
Obi-Wan blinked, turning his head slowly towards his old padawan. “What, Anakin?”
Anakin strode over, muting the video as it played again. He then gestured to hologram, frowning. “Korkie’s signing something… I’m not that well versed in any sign languages besides Huttese and Basic…”
Everyone stood there, watching as the young prince was entirely focused on something else… not the two interrogators in front of him. Like his parents, not caring for his life at all, focused on saving those around him.
"What's he saying?" Mace asked in the silence.
Obi-Wan stared for a long moment before grimacing, turning his head away, arms held closely against his body. Tears were streaming down his face. "Rally the clans."
"What?"
"He’s signing in a dialect of Mando’a spoken on my home planet…‘rally the clans.’ That’s what he’s saying.” Satine took a steadying breath, the pieces of a mask fitting into place. Covering what she was truly feeling - well, unless you ignored the hand she placed on Obi-Wan's elbow briefly.
“...okay.” Anakin shrugged. "What does that mean?"
"Exactly that," Satine snapped. "Rally the clans. Ask for their support. If I am truly their queen they'll come to my aid, restore me to my throne. We have no standing army - we unite, or we fall into civil war. Again!"
"You know I'm with you," Obi-Wan murmured, drying his tears. "Always."
Satine nodded, a soft smile tugging at her lips despite the tears rolling down her cheeks.
The grief and anticipation hung heavy in the air. The light of the Hologram flickered across all of the faces, highlighting the gauntness and tiredness on everyone in the room. The war had taken their toll on all of them.
Mace reached over, turning the Hologram off. The fans whirred and clicked, slowing down. He sighed, sharing a final look with Master Yoda before nodding. "I cannot guarantee the Republic's support…but you have the Jedi's."
"Thank you."
"Too much infighting, our people have had." Yoda's grin was impish. "Among other relations."
Senator Amidala stood, bringing the room's attention to her. "I'll discuss this with the Chancellor and my queen on your behalf, Satine. It's the least I can do. Mandalore has always been our ally."
"...thank you, all of you." Satine ran a hand through her hair, the tension loosening from her shoulders. "I'll draft a press statement tonight and - "
Anakin scoffed. "Aren't we forgetting something? Korkie? Your son?!"
Obi-Wan ground his teeth. "Anakin - don't."
"No no - what do you mean, Master Skywalker? Please… enlighten me."
"You're not making any plans to rescue him? Shouldn't that be your priority? He’s your son - your flesh and blood. You can’t just abandon him! Thst’s - that’s horrible!”
Obi-Wan stiffened. The rest of the Jedi kept quiet, watching the exchange with interest as the lights slowly came on. In the now bright room it was easy to remember this had once been a lecture chamber, changed into a war chamber. They’d all been taught here… it used to be a public chamber for guest speakers and famed scholars.
Padme cleared her throat, stepping up beside Anakin. Who were they fooling, with the way she took one his clenched fists and covered it with both hands. “I have to agree with Anakin. Leaving Korkie at the hands of Death Watch and Maul… that doesn’t seem like the right course of action.”
A sharp laugh came from Satine. It was hard to ignore the shake of her limbs as she stepped forward, only to be held back by her partner. “That’s rich, coming from you. The war could have ended months ago - but you needed Anakin more than an end to this galactic suffering!”
“...I have to agree with the Duchess.” Mace leaned against the table, knuckles pulled white. “We lose Madalore and the neutral systems… we lose what’s left of normalcy. Neutrality. It’ll be one side against the other across the entire Galaxy. It would be only a matter of time before one of us bears a white flag. The prince knows the stakes and he’s willing to face that. We have to respect that."
Anakin scoffed. “You can’t be serious. What kind of mother would - ”
“Korkie’s a bright young man, he’ll - “ Obi-Wan started to say, but his words were cut short as Satine wrenched herself free.
The sound of her hand smacking against Anakin’s face echoed in the room.
“Are you a parent?”
Anakin glared at her, one of his hands touching his face and pulling it away to discover a bloody lip. “Your Grace - “
“Are you a parent: yes or no?”
His gaze shifted to Ahsoka standing between Obi-Wan and Aayla, eyes wide. “...no.”
“Are you a galactic ruler, responsible for the lives of billions?”
“I’m a general - so in a manner of speaking… yes.” Anakin flinched as the Duchess scowled, her hand curling into a fist. “...sorry.”
“Mmm… if I die - had died - whatever - Mandalore will fall into civil war. But Korkie is now their prisoner. A convenient martyr. If they won’t rally for me…they’ll rally for him. Dead or alive.”
“You stand behind her?”
Obi-Wan met his best friend’s gaze, body stiffening, walls closing again. The Negotiator, General Kenobi. A person sometimes too practical for his own good. Because when he listened to his heart, his feelings… situations like this happened. “...he’s a prince. Korkie knows his duty.”
“Besides.” Satine turned on her heel, beginning to walk out of the room. “We can always make another heir.”
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Cut-throat Satine is my favorite interpretation of her. Sue me. Ao3 and Tumblr links to previous chapters coming soon but it should be easy to find!
#the good jedi#obitine fanfiction#obi wan kenobi#satine kryze#korkie kryze#korkie is a kenobi#the lawless au#the wrong jedi au
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imagine telling the (reluctant) king of madalore that he could be a part of the landed gentry
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@spacebabeswithguns gets a thing with their OC Jasper
Korkie wasn't usually one to show his anger, he took after his Aunt Satine in that way, his rage was a quiet one.
It seemed ever since Aunt Satine had took him under her wing, raising him to be the next Duke of Madalore, his father and him had been having disagreements.
Jasper Kryze did not care for the old ways, like Aunt Bo, nor Aunt Satine's pacifism. What he did seem to care about was that Korkie was never home, they argued about it constantly.
"Why do you care so much?" Korkie snapped, as they were in the middle of a very intense bout of arguing.
"I can sense you're keeping something from me, you don't like that I'm so close to Aunt Satine in the capital. Could it be because you're not my father?"
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Someone explain to me why exiling some of your people, just because they don't want to give up their armor and way of life, is good for the whole community.
Please explain to me why Satine's change on Mandalore works in a way of not breaking up families and hurting people in the long run.
Why is she and her guards allowed to have weapons but not the common person? Who will people target first? The armed ones or the unarmed? (She's reminding me of WW2 and the governments that disarm their people but stay armed themselves.) If you're going to attck a country or world who you go after first? Especially if the world/country is unarmed because the government got rid of the weapons and the people who protect the country/world. All in the name of peace.
Explain to me why Satine was correct in what she did but the True Mandalorians are in the wrong (we all know Death Watch is a terrorist group). Would she consider what Din and his convert did/do as wrong or would she be okay with them? If she was okay with them why isn't she okay with others?
Just please explain Satine's values. I'm not liking her and her ways at all. Maybe because I don't get them correctly.
She's not remembering that Madalore had more than a violent past. It seems as if she's only remembering that.
At least the Jedi seem to realize that you sometimes need violence as the last resort. You shouldn't want it but know it might happen.
I try to keep this in mind because it's so true to me. And it's proven it seems alot.
War brings peace. Peace brings war. You can't have peace without war and war without peace.
They coexist. Always will.
#star wars#rant#duchess satine#satine kryze#mandalore#governments#peace#war#guns#gun control#weapons
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Riduurok Entye
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“Solo,” Fett said. He held very still after he spoke in case she reacted with instinctive violence. He would have (and regularly did) if someone had somehow sneaked into his ship and called his name like that, and while Fett was wearing a full set of Vasur’s beskar, he wasn’t stupid enough to take unnecessary chances with a Jedi and her lightsaber no matter how durable his armor. Especially not a Jedi that he had trained to fight.
He probably should have announced his presence with more than that. He also probably should have come in through the front door instead of a back window, but old habits died hard even when they were hard on old knees. Besides, he’d figured that the new empress -- or whatever she’d decided to call herself; Fett couldn’t imagine that Organa was too thrilled with her daughter’s new position, whatever title she chose to go by -- would appreciate the discretion of a more subtle entrance.
Fett had generally preferred to operate under the visibility of his reputation rather than relying on the subterfuge of anonymity, but in some ways he was more notable now than he’d even been, even with half the galaxy still convinced that he was someone else wearing a dead man’s suit of armor. Being the Mandalore wasn’t the same as being the head-of-state of any other world, but it still carried some weight. Especially, Fett assumed, in the Imperial Remnant. The Empire and Mandalore (the planet) had a past. So did the Empire and Mandalore the man, but that was all business.
And it wasn’t business he was here on today. Hence the uncharacteristic awkwardness in his posture, in the way his booted feet shifted slightly against the too-plush carpet under them. Fett’s entire life had been all business before he’d let Shysa saddle him with this Madalore fierfek, and he’d never learned -- or cared to learn -- how to operate outside that arena. But Fett always paid his debts, so Mandalore he was and Mandlore he would remain. Even when he’d almost have rather jumped back down the sarlacc’s gullet than do what that job required.
“Have an invitation for you. Figured you’d rather not get it through diplomatic channels.”
Not that the Mandalore of Mandalore couldn’t deliver a social invitation to the wife of the Imperial Remnant’s new emperor, but people would notice that. That would be official, and would thus require some sort of official political response. One battered old Mandalorian bounty hunter disabling the security system and slipping in unseen through the window was a very different thing, and much more to Fett’s taste. He had a feeling it would be more to Solo’s, too, at least provided she didn’t try too hard to kill him for startling her.
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Consolation Prize Ch. 1 Part 6
Consolation Prize part 6 of 6! ..... chapter 1...haha, I love you guys!
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#comicart#comic#art#star wars#starwarsfanart#the mandalorian#the mandolorian fanart#mando#grogu#bo katan#consolation prize#din djaren#madalore
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luke, taking off his hood: i am [a jedi]
my dad, shocked: what the FUCK
me, despite already having watched the episode: no cal? ;-;
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