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Fanfiction / Re: Tough Love and Bad Intel
« on: April 01, 2009, 10:52:47 PM »
IDK why I'd post it up twice [even with the second one being a edited version]... :upsidedown: But I did. :heart:

Fanfiction / Re: Tough Love and Bad Intel
« on: April 01, 2009, 10:51:30 PM »
  After several more hours of walking, we reach the beginning of a sandy valley as the twin suns are setting. Lucky for us, we're only a few klicks away from our target. Cyare looks around, then looks up at me. “…Vod?” she finally asks. I turn to her. “What?” She can’t say anything, but her entire body language screams out that she thinks it’s a trap. I agree. “Hey, I’m only following orders, OK? I think it’s a trap, too…but what can I do about it?” She looks doubtful and indicates that we should find a site to put up camp. “Uh…” I look at all the surrounding sand dunes. “Right. Camping in the middle of a sand pit four klicks away from where the enemy might be waiting for us. Sure, I’ll find a ‘camping spot’ for us.”

   I hike down to one of the lower areas below us. I leave Cyare up there to watch the horizon as I try to smooth out the surrounding sand at the bottom of the valley. A gust of wind blows through and I find myself wrestling with a thermal blanket I had laid down a few seconds ago. Argh. Stupid Intel. Should’ve known better than to go chasing dead ends like this… As I untangle myself from the blanket, I can hear giggling in the background, and realize that my little blue companion had joined me. “It’s not funny!” I yell, yanking the blanket off and shoving it into Cyare’s arms. She stares at it with a blank look. “Um…it’s a blanket. For you. I hear deserts get kinda cold at night.” I pull out the ration box. “Want one?” She glares at me. “Guess not.” I never thought raising a kid would be so hard. I sigh, pop a ration into my mouth, and soon fall asleep.

*     *     *     *     *

   “W…AAAHH!!” I wake up from the nightmare with a gasp. She’s staring at me again, this time with a “that’s-the-most-stupid-sounding-scream-I’ve-ever-heard” look. “Oh, go bury yourself,” I snarl. “It’s not like you’ve never screamed before.” She shrugs and turns away. Well, at least she understands what I’m saying, even if she can’t reply… Cyare turns and holds the ration box up. My jaw drops. It’s completely empty. “Did you eat all that?!” She shakes her head…and holds up what looks like a scaly womp rat. “But…but…what about me?” The last thing I ever expected from her was peals of laughter. I sigh and stumble to my feet. "Oh, well. Come on, ad'ika. Time to go again."

*     *     *     *     *

   My stomach lets out another growl as we walk along. “Fierfek, going to have to take a stim,” I mutter. “Why’d you feed the lizard?” She shrugs. “Where’d it go?” Another shrug. “I hate you.” Cyare looks up, lower lip trembling. I can’t help but forgive her. “Er…never mind.” I pause as we walk by a stalagmite. “’d that get there?” Cyare shrugs, then points towards the horizon. Then I realize that the sand beneath my feet is gone. “Hoorah. No more sand. Just a bunch of more rocks,” I grumble. “Buir, are we there yet?” She shrugs again.

*     *     *     *     *

   I do my best to past the time [efficiently] as we go along by teaching her more Mando'a. She's learning...sort of. “Can you make a sentence now? Like, tion’ad hukaatkama? Or something like that.” Cyare purses her lips and thinks hard. I’ve taught her all I know, and possibly even more, but she still can’t talk. If I ever get a family, it’d be a miracle if they could speak rough Basic. “Ni ru epa kad.” I nearly jump when I hear that. “What?! You ate a saber?!” She gets a funny look on her face. “Oh, no. Oh, no no no no no…” I sigh explosively. “Fierfek.” She copies me. “Fierfek.” Maybe I should use better language from now on.

*     *     *     *     *

   “Aaaand…we’re here,” I announce as we scramble onto a big plateau. I look around as Cyare clings to my arm and tries not to look down. “Well, not Seppies. No Hutts. Not even a landing pad,” I grumble as I take a look around at the surrounding area where the Seps should be. DEET. DEET. DEET. “What the – ” BOOM. “Fierfek!” I yell, forgetting that Cyare was right next to me. “Stupid, stupid Intel…” Wait a minute. No explosion? Maybe it was farther down. I look over the edge to see a smoking black hole in the side of the plateau. “Huh. Weird.” I look around. “Maybe – ” BOOM. “YAAAHH!!” I yell, stumbling back. Cyare starts to cry.

   "Haar'chak, when I find out who was in charge of this mission, I'm going to--" I can hear myself ranting on and on about something or other as Cyare continues to cry. Snap out of it, Parjir! Your little girl is crying! I shake my head and go over to dry her tears. "Udesii, udesii, it's all right, we're all right..." I wonder if I should rappel down the plateau and see what's happening. After all, if it's bad enough to shake us both up--

  BOOM. "Fierfek, by the manda, I swear if that happens again I'll--" The dust clears and there’s no one in sight. “What? The Seppies like the sound effects?” I try to force a laugh, but my throat is choked with dust that my air filter somehow hadn't filtered out, and I start coughing instead. Cyare gives me a “you’re-an-idiot” look, but behind it I can tell it's her own way of dealing with this. I sigh and reach up to lift my helmet off. “Ah, well…” BOOM. Cyare goes flying into the air, screaming as she begins a rapid fall to the valley below. “Ad’ika!” I yell, and charge after her. I dive off the edge and my weight gives me the advantage of catching up. “Gotcha!” I cry as I scoop her from the air. Cyare glares at me. “What? …Oh.” Forgot the liquid cable launcher. This will hurt in the morning... “AAAAHHH!!” Then everything goes black.

*   *   *   *   *

   “Mmm…” I wake up to find Cyare snuggled next to me on my right, unscatched, and Lieutenant Tal squatting next to me on my left. “Sorry ‘bout that, sir,” he says. “We thought you were the Seppies.” “Say again?” I growl. “Well, we were told you went missing a while ago, and when we saw you guys on the rooftop there, we assumed you were Separatist agents about to reveal a secret landing pad. So we launched a couple of torpedoes.” “And you know what, Tal’ika?” My bond-brother blinks in confusion. “What?” My fist slams into his face, and he stumbles back with a bloody nose. “Cheers to being stupid.”

   --We’re under attack!-- a voice screams across the comm. I scramble to my feet and reach for my right pistol…and I whip out Cyare’s scaly womp rat. “Uh…” Tal was staring at the creature in my hand. “Why in the name of the manda are you holding a lizard?” “Shut up!” I yell. Cyare is up now, giggling hysterically. “You put the lizard in there, didn’t you?!” I yell at her. More laughter, this time from the troops. I fume inwardly and shove it into Cyare’s hands before scrambling for my other pistol. This time it’s mashed-up ration cubes. “AAAGHH!!” Cyare and the others can’t stop laughing. I sigh and do my best to laugh along.

   As the troops' laughter dies down and they pile back into the gunship, Tal finally pops the question. “‘Ni ru epa kad?’ That’s all you taught her?” Tal stares at me in feinted horror. “Boy, you suck.” “I know, OK?! I know!!” I look over at Cyare, who is learning even more cuss words from the troopers who haven't boarded yet. “So what are we under attack from? Stupidity? Pranks?” “Spam,” Tal sighed. “Some pilot freaked out before he was shot down and spammed every channel in the GAR.” “Ah.” I raise an eyebrow. “I hope it’s not one of Talon’s boys.” “Nah, I think it was one of Commander Oddball’s,” Tal jokes. “No, really,” I grumble sarcastically. “So what now?” Tal shrugs. “Going back to Coruscant, I guess.”

*   *   *   *   *

[back on Coruscant]

   “Where are you going to put her?” Tal asks as we exit the ship. I shrug. “Dunno. Stick her with a Jedi, I guess.” “She’s Force-sensitive?” I glance over at Cyare, who is juggling three rifles in the air much to the amusement of a colorfully painted commando squad. “Uh…yeah. You could say that.” Suddenly, there is a yell from the commandos, “IIINCOMIIING!!!” and I’m tackled by my three-and-a-half-feet-tall, blue-skinned, bug-eyed companion.

   Cyare looks up at me as I get up again. “You stay?” she asks as I pull off my helmet. I shake my head as I remember the note from General Zey on my datapad. “Have another mission.” I pause as her words sink in. “Who taught you that, anyway?” She pulled away and spun in circles, indicating all the troopers on the platform. “See? I’m good,” I tease Tal. “I taught her a sentence in Mando’a when a platoon teaches her a question in Basic.” Tal groans.

   Cyare pauses for a moment. “I go with you!” she cries happily. I shake my head again. “Sorry, ad’ika. Clones only.” Tal pokes me in the ribs. “Another sentence you couldn’t teach her, ner vod,” he says with a grin. I roll my eyes. Amused, Cyare copies me. Then something sparks in her eyes. She looks around and spots an empty pack and runs over to get it. She goes around, tugging on soldiers’ armor, pointing at random things like pistols, ration boxes, broken datapads, med kits, thermal blankets, candied goods, and even a pair of boots. They all give their two cents’ worth, laughing as she runs back over to me and hands the bag of ‘loot’ over.

   I shake my head with a sigh. “No, ad’ika,” I tell her. “I’m sorry. It’s regulation.” “Screw regulation,” Tal snaps. “Don’t you see? She loves you. Now come on, give her a chance.” I freeze. If I let her go, I might be breaking protocol, not to mention at the risk of both our lives. But if I don’t, she’ll probably hate me forever. What’s worse – a broken heart and a dead child, or a regret I could live with forever? I look at Cyare. Her eyes are full of tears. This coming from a child, especially one with large sad eyes and blue skin to accent the trembling lower lip, could probably break Jango Fett himself if she tried hard enough... “OK, I give up,” I tell her, handing her back the pack of goodies. “But if you want to go, you’ll have to give these back, OK?” She nods and runs off, mixing up the troopers and running from one to another, trying to see which one gave her what item. And all I can do is watch her, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.


 :D :D :D

Fanfiction / Re: Tough Love and Bad Intel
« on: April 01, 2009, 10:12:43 PM »
"Tough Love and Bad Intel" - REVISED!!!

New! Cooler! Cuter! And better than ever!

((I should become a salesman.))

Well, in my absence - and while being chased around by SSG - I've finally done some revisions! Read on:

   It all began when I first went to Tatooine to find a Hutt that was supposedly dealing with the Separatists through the black market. To be truthful, I was less than happy. But when I got to Mos Eisley, dressed as a Mandalorian mercenary, I got the surprise of my life when I rescued a young Twi'lek from the chains of a slave trader...

   It's early morning in a canyon two or three days' worth away from the suspected Separatist hideout, and I'm stuck here with a little blue sidekick I never asked for. “Say ‘aaah’…” The Twi’lek reaches up and touches the ration cube in my hand, then stares up at me with big, dark eyes. “Yep. That’s breakfast, ad’ika. Eat up. It’ll be a long day.” She pulls away with a grimace. The poor kid doesn’t even know what I’m trying to do. I sigh and pop the ration cube into my own mouth, chewing madly as I try to think of something useful to teach her. Slicing? No. Sabotage? Um…no. Hand-to-hand combat? What, is she going to fight the local Jawas or something? I watch her rummage through my pack with eager hands, searching, searching… Wait a minute. She can’t even talk. Maybe I can teach her some Mando’a as we go… “Hey, ad’ika. Wanna try some Mando’a?” She nods, not knowing what I'm telling her. "All right, let's start with the word 'vod'..."

   Two hours later and she can’t even pronounce it halfway. “Can you say ‘vod’ for me, ad’ika? V-ah-d. Like that, only a little faster.” The Twi’lek just gives me a blank look. “Um, let's try something new for a while. How about…oh, let’s see…‘solus’? Can you say that? Soh-loos. It means…uh…I think I means ‘one.’” I glance down and realize that she is staring at me. After a moment, I slow down, mesmerized. Then I shake my head clear. “Hey, cut that out! It’s kinda creepy.” Something flickers in her eyes and she leans in closer, tugging at my kama. Her eyes – which were already pretty big to begin with – widen even more. I stop walking altogether and pull away. “Ugh. Stop that.” She begins to giggle. “What’s so funny?” She leans in even closer, as if trying to claw her way to my eye level, with a smile as big as her eyes and her eyes are as big as the sky. “YIKES!” I stumble backwards and hit my head - hard - against the rock wall behind me. I slump to the ground, dazed. Ouch. I forgot about that. Should've kept my helmet on.

“V…od? V…vod?” I sigh. “I gotta give you a name, kiddo. Can’t be someone without a name.” She snuggles up next to me. “V-vod? Vod?” She keeps repeating the word, as if it was some newfound treasure to behold. “Vod!” “Oof!” I nearly hit my head again as she pounces into my lap. “Vod, vod, vod, vod, vod!” I grin and pinch her nose. “Ad’ika.” She wrinkles her nose, looking confused. “Ah…dee-ka?” “It means ‘little one.’” She rolls it around on her tongue a couple times before looking back up at me. “Vod,” the Twi’lek says, poking my chest. “Vod. Vod. Vod.” I sigh again. I have to teach her more than this.

"Um, let's try 'solus' now," I suggest as I get back up. "Can you say that? Soooh-looooosss..." I draw the word out for emphasis, but instead of repeating me, the little Twi'lek begins to giggle again. "Do I look funny when I do that?" I ask myself out loud. Then I remember the mission. "Haar'chak. Come on, ad’ika. We gotta go before they find us.” I pause. "You still need a name..." Cyare. It pops into my head out of nowhere, and in an instant I knight her as my own. "Cyare, ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad. Now we really, really got to go before the Seps find us." Cyare looks up at me as if I’m crazy. Maybe I am. After all, we’re in the middle of nowhere, searching for a Hutt that might not even exist. As I walk away, Cyare begins to cry. I come running back. “It’s OK, it’s OK. Udesii. Daddy’s here.” Fierfek, I’m getting attached. “Come on, ad’ika. We don’t have all day,” I tell her as I slap on my helmet. She pauses, then grabs my hand and we’re off again, two misfit slaves in a world full of hurt and pain.

*   *   *   *   *

   "Fierfek!" I yell, pitching forward with my arms flailing wildly. I stumble back, trying not to yell at Cyare as she begins giggling once again. By the pain in my foot, I now know that I've stubbed my toe for the tenth time today. “That’s it,” I growl, sliding down to the ground and yanking my helmet off, then the boot with the sore toe. “I’m sick of this. I’m not moving anymore.” Cyare makes a funny face, then sits down beside me and watches the cliff faces for Jawas, krayt dragons, Sand People, or anything else that could ruin our day. By the manda, she’s Force-sensitive. I know this because of the way she reacts when I'm disappointed or angry...and I watched her pick up a handful of sand – without using hands – and fling it at my helmet a day ago when she thought I was going to attack her. Now she just does it to annoy me.

   I close my eyes and am almost asleep from the afternoon sun when she tugs on my arm and indicates that we should continue our journey. I let out a groan. “I wanna sleep,” I complain as I stagger to my feet. Cyare doesn’t agree. “Osik!” I yell as she slams her boot into my shin. “I can still feel that, you know!” Apparently miffed, she uses the Force to bring an avalanche of pebbles down on my head from the ledge above. "OK, OK, I'm already up," I snap, brushing myself off. She smiles as though it was an inside joke she had just played on me. I sigh, putting on my helmet and boot and doing my best not to sit down again.

   “I’m beginning to think that I hate sand,” I grumble as we go along. Cyare nods, trying to do her best to please me. “And I’m beginning to think Intel is full of di’kute.” She keeps nodding. “And I…” I glance over at her. She’s still nodding away. “…and I’m beginning to think that you’re a bobble-head.” She immediately stops nodding and kicks me in the shin again. I instinctively stop and grab my lower leg. “Ow! What was that for?” Cyare glares at me, her eyes on the other end of the spectrum – narrow, cold, and aimed like daggers to the heart. “Er…sorry.” I turn my attention back to the mission by taking out my datapad and looking at the coordinates of the suspected Separatist smuggling base. “Well, we’re almost there. Eight more klicks to go.”

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Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Re: The Crying Mandalorian
« on: March 10, 2009, 08:25:35 PM »
That's right I wuz glarin' at ya!! >:D

Okey-dokey. Got some pics of me sanded-down armor and me with all teh non-plate parts to me armor. Enjoy me horrible sanding [I-can't-remember-the-rite-word-rite-now]. 8)

Ta-da!!! :D

Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Re: WIP Kom'rk Skirata 3-04-09
« on: March 08, 2009, 07:53:01 PM »
LOL your son looks bored until the pics where he's holding the weapons... :shock:

Off-topic & Chat / Re: The Quasi-Official Member Intro Thread!
« on: March 02, 2009, 11:28:30 AM »
And watch out for my friend, SSG. :D

Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Re: The Crying Mandalorian
« on: March 02, 2009, 11:27:31 AM »

*runs and hides*

if this made her mad enough to come back, Bravo, if i were you i would kill myself.

Na na na na na...I'm not afraid of her...

*Glances over at SSG* It was an accident, OK?? And I won't do it again. *crosses fingers behind back* :D

Off-topic & Chat / Re: Goof Off Thread
« on: March 02, 2009, 11:21:36 AM »

   Thank you.

   " Die you stupid wast of space, murcyur ner shebs."I open fire on SSG1 just for fun.

I charge forward to defend her, throwing shuriken after shuriken aimed for your head, or hands, or gut. >:D

Off-topic & Chat / Re: The non Star Wars Related Funny Pic thread
« on: March 02, 2009, 11:20:31 AM »

   Um. . . that one was already posted SSG1.

Big embarrassment for her, then. *pinches nose* Now I [kind of] see why she left in the first place...always messing up something...

Her problem, not mine.

General Star Wars / Re: Feelings on the Jedi?
« on: February 27, 2009, 11:19:22 AM »
The only good Jedi is a dead Jedi...or a Mando one (which would be really awesome, by the way). Their 'talks of peace' make my brain cells do suicide! :ouch:

Role-Playing / Re: Cuy'val Dar 3: Surviving the Empire
« on: February 27, 2009, 11:12:15 AM »
"What do you think is happening with the others?" Tal asked Tarkov.

OOC: your cue, Ord'ika! ;)

Clone Wars Era / Re: Clone nicknames
« on: February 27, 2009, 11:11:05 AM »
mandomemory's fanfic has a guy named Sevets. I think that would work for 'seven'...if mandomemory doesn't mind!

Republic Commando Game / Re: RepCom Vol 1....
« on: February 26, 2009, 07:30:15 PM »

"Frontline" by Pillar

"Clones" by Ash

"Vode An" by Jesse Harlin

"Dha Werda Verda" by Jesse Harlin

"Gra'tua Cuun" by Jesse Harlin

"the Howling" by Within Temptation (for really gory stuff)

"Face Down" by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

"The River" by Good Charlotte

"Blow Me Away" by Breaking Benjamin

"Hero" by Chad Kroeger

"Savior" by Skillet

"Pain" by Three Days Grace

"You Can't Take Me" by Bryan Adams

"I Think I'm a Clone Now" by Weird Al

"We Are the Sound" by the Afters

"Courtyard Fight" by Kevin Kiner

"Burn Out Bright" by Switchfoot

IDK but if you're looking for something that screams, "I'm won't break, I won't give up, I won't give in, and if I fall, I'll get back up" and/or something that talks about clones or relates to them, then all the songs above apply. If you're looking for Star Wars-y stuff, then I'm out of ideas.

Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Re: The Crying Mandalorian
« on: February 26, 2009, 05:50:56 PM »
Also, I forgot to mention: both SSG and I are doing this. In the end, we're going to be twins [the Crying Ad'ike]!! :heart: ...Well, not exactly. We're each doing different symbols so you can tell us apart, and SSG won't be applying for the MMCC. :(

Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Re: The Crying Mandalorian
« on: February 26, 2009, 05:43:19 PM »
Read Warriors, Have you?

Yes, actually. My sister is addicted to the series. :D

Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Re: The Crying Mandalorian
« on: February 25, 2009, 08:10:13 PM »
This is my new design on my helmet:

Yeah, it looks like it's been done with a marker, so I fixed it up after I took these pictures...but I'm too lazy to take those pictures over again. :blush:

As for the bubbly armor, I'm just crossing my fingers that it doesn't flake off. So far, it hasn't, but you never know. Even if I tried it on purpose.

I can almost imagine someone going, "What's up with your paint job?" and my response would be, "Ever been hit by a flamethrower? You should try it. It's fun."

...And they'd be like, "WHAT??" :upsidedown:

I'm having SO much fun with this!! (Even if I am on a very tight budget.)

Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Re: The Crying Mandalorian
« on: February 25, 2009, 07:57:22 PM »
Usually what causes that is like I said mixing brands or mixing enamels and acryllics. Sometimes it's caused when teh paints not fully cured before the next layer is added as well. Lastly it can be caused if the surface being painted is not properly prepped prior to paint application.

I got lucky. The most recent set of armor I built for myself was the first time I managed to put a set together without any paint lifting. I usually get a quarter sized spot or so on 1 piece or another. Depending on size/shape and location I can make it look like weathering otherwise it's sand and repaint.

Now, I'm not trying to tell you what to do as far as the look of your armor. It must be your vison and make you happy. I'm just saying be prepared to have to explain it to people because most will assume it's an error.

Gotcha. I'll be having fun with the flamethrower excuse. :D

Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Re: The Crying Mandalorian
« on: February 25, 2009, 11:08:16 AM »
I like the teardrops on the helmet very nice!

Did you go for a crackly look on your armor intentionally or was there paint issues? Looks like you either 1. mixed brands or 2. mixed acrylic and enamels. Even though it kind of cool looking, in general it will be looked at as sloppy painting.

Actually, it was kind of on purpose. I used the same brand for all of it, it just kind of bubbled up randomly in some places.

...Well, not really randomly, cuz actually when you put the armor pieces together it has a pattern to it.

But if you want, I can repaint it...just gotta get another paint can cuz the first one ran out. Ha ha ha. :blush:

I revamped my helmet. I'm gonna be posting up the new one later today. Still haven't gotten a full t-visor in, though.

Meh. I'm way behind on this thing. :grumpy:

Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Re: The Crying Mandalorian
« on: February 24, 2009, 10:49:32 PM »

Found a pic of me when I first got my helmet from Disneyland:

(Looking back, I'm kinda glad I painted over it...)

LOOK AT HOW STUPID I LOOK!!! :upsidedown:

And of course, Mereel made me a paint Mando (:heart:):

Fanart & Other Fan Creations / Re: The Crying Mandalorian
« on: February 24, 2009, 10:47:46 PM »
What is your mando going to specialize in?  Knowing that is a big help.   
Like my set that i have now is a Bounty Hunter/Merc, so he has an array of stuff that he uses..

I'm thinking 'hacker' right now. I'm a big computer junkie. :D Some weapons I was considering to get was a bow and arrow, ninja sword, nunchaku, whip, or lightsaber (I gave my first one away), but none of those really fit. :|

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