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KoS - Mand'alor Prologue
An explosion rocked the Haran. Sparks flew from the circuitry that used to be hidden behind the walls of the corridor. An urgent voice came over the intercom.
“Ke’sush! Ke’sush! All hands to battlestations! These Republic hut’uun think they can jurkadir us! Let’s tengaanar mandokar, vode!”
Screams could be heard in the distance. Raeth stood, peering her head out from the room and into the hallway.
“Well, Saxon, looks like we’re finally going to be getting some action!”
“It’s about damn time, Bralor,” Tor said, putting his buy’ce on, “Let’s go pirunir sur’haaise, yeah?”
Before he could walk into the corridor, Raeth grabbed him by the back of the head, and gave him a light head-butt - a kov’nyn.
“See you on the other side, my kar’taylir darasuum!” Without a moment's notice, she activated her jetpack and flew down the hallway of the ship.
“My kar’taylir darasuum,” Tor muttered, “we’ll see who the parjii is.” He unfastened his saber from his belt, then activated his jetpack. He flew down the hallway, going the opposite direction of Raeth. From further down the hall, Tor could hear the sounds of battle: screams, blaster fire, and the loud thuds of bodies hitting the durasteel floor.
As he closed in, he could see the Republic boarders fighting his vode. With a bellow, he activated his saber, it’s red blade illuminating the darkened hallway. Tor deactivated his jetpack, rolling onto the ground directly in front of a Republic trooper, cutting him in half as he rolled to his feet. As the trooper’s body fell to the floor, he heard the click of a blaster directly behind his head.
“Drop the lightsaber, Mandalorian scum.”
Tor stood unphased.
“Ni shab’rud’ni, verd’ika.”
“What?!” the trooper exclaimed, “Speak basic! No one can understand that Mandalor-”
Before he could finish, Tor extended his hand in front of him, closing his fist. The trooper’s hands wrapped around his own throat, struggling for breath. He raised into the air, and slammed into the wall, knocking his helmet off.
“Put… me… dow-”
Tor flicked his wrist, sending the trooper flying to his knees. He walked behind the man, who was catching his breath. He pulled him to his feet, and drove his lightsaber straight through his chest. The trooper went limp in Tor’s arms, and he threw the corpse to the floor. A moment of silence filled the hall. Then, a voice chirped in his comms.
“Mark seven kills, Saxon!”
“Haar’chak! You beat me again, Bralor.”
“You’re getting slow, Tor. Keep it up and even Manda’lor will move quicker than you!” Raeth let out a hearty laugh. “Speaking of, we’re being called back. Vizsla ordered everyone back to Manda’yaim. All operations are to cease, and everyone is to return to their clan.” The comms went silent.
“Something is coming, Tor. I can feel it.”
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Mando'a Dictionary:
Haran - hell - literally, destruction, cosmic annihilation
Ke'sush - attention
Hut'uun - coward (worst possible insult)
jurkadir - attack, threaten, mess with
tengaaren - show, display - lit. open hand
mandokar - the *right stuff*, the epitome of Mandalorian
virtue - a blend of aggression, tenacity, loyalty, and a lust for life
vod(e) - brother(s), sister(s)
buy'ce - helmet
pirunir sur’haaise - make their eyes water (slang for kill, injure, defeat)
kov'nyn - head-butt / Keldabe Kiss
kar’taylir darasuum - love
Parjii - winner / victor
Ni shab’rud’ni - Don't mess with me (extremely strong warning - much stronger than jurkadir - and likely to be followed by violence)
Haar’chak! - Damn it!
Manda'lor - leader of the Mandalorians, lit. sole ruler
Manda'yaim - the planet Mandalore
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Here's my first post for the new Knights of Shan group, headed by HaphazardPanda and Windusky here on Flickr, where I'm heading the Mandalorian faction! It's a group all about writing stories based 30 years after the SWTOR expansions Knights of the Eternal Throne/Empire storyline, revolving around a main conflict that has yet to be released! If you're interested in joining, reach out to Panda, Windusky, or myself and we'll get you going. :)
KoS - Mand'alor Prologue
An explosion rocked the Haran. Sparks flew from the circuitry that used to be hidden behind the walls of the corridor. An urgent voice came over the intercom.
“Ke’sush! Ke’sush! All hands to battlestations! These Republic hut’uun think they can jurkadir us! Let’s tengaanar mandokar, vode!”
Screams could be heard in the distance. Raeth stood, peering her head out from the room and into the hallway.
“Well, Saxon, looks like we’re finally going to be getting some action!”
“It’s about damn time, Bralor,” Tor said, putting his buy’ce on, “Let’s go pirunir sur’haaise, yeah?”
Before he could walk into the corridor, Raeth grabbed him by the back of the head, and gave him a light head-butt - a kov’nyn.
“See you on the other side, my kar’taylir darasuum!” Without a moment's notice, she activated her jetpack and flew down the hallway of the ship.
“My kar’taylir darasuum,” Tor muttered, “we’ll see who the parjii is.” He unfastened his saber from his belt, then activated his jetpack. He flew down the hallway, going the opposite direction of Raeth. From further down the hall, Tor could hear the sounds of battle: screams, blaster fire, and the loud thuds of bodies hitting the durasteel floor.
As he closed in, he could see the Republic boarders fighting his vode. With a bellow, he activated his saber, it’s red blade illuminating the darkened hallway. Tor deactivated his jetpack, rolling onto the ground directly in front of a Republic trooper, cutting him in half as he rolled to his feet. As the trooper’s body fell to the floor, he heard the click of a blaster directly behind his head.
“Drop the lightsaber, Mandalorian scum.”
Tor stood unphased.
“Ni shab’rud’ni, verd’ika.”
“What?!” the trooper exclaimed, “Speak basic! No one can understand that Mandalor-”
Before he could finish, Tor extended his hand in front of him, closing his fist. The trooper’s hands wrapped around his own throat, struggling for breath. He raised into the air, and slammed into the wall, knocking his helmet off.
“Put… me… dow-”
Tor flicked his wrist, sending the trooper flying to his knees. He walked behind the man, who was catching his breath. He pulled him to his feet, and drove his lightsaber straight through his chest. The trooper went limp in Tor’s arms, and he threw the corpse to the floor. A moment of silence filled the hall. Then, a voice chirped in his comms.
“Mark seven kills, Saxon!”
“Haar’chak! You beat me again, Bralor.”
“You’re getting slow, Tor. Keep it up and even Manda’lor will move quicker than you!” Raeth let out a hearty laugh. “Speaking of, we’re being called back. Vizsla ordered everyone back to Manda’yaim. All operations are to cease, and everyone is to return to their clan.” The comms went silent.
“Something is coming, Tor. I can feel it.”
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Mando'a Dictionary:
Haran - hell - literally, destruction, cosmic annihilation
Ke'sush - attention
Hut'uun - coward (worst possible insult)
jurkadir - attack, threaten, mess with
tengaaren - show, display - lit. open hand
mandokar - the *right stuff*, the epitome of Mandalorian
virtue - a blend of aggression, tenacity, loyalty, and a lust for life
vod(e) - brother(s), sister(s)
buy'ce - helmet
pirunir sur’haaise - make their eyes water (slang for kill, injure, defeat)
kov'nyn - head-butt / Keldabe Kiss
kar’taylir darasuum - love
Parjii - winner / victor
Ni shab’rud’ni - Don't mess with me (extremely strong warning - much stronger than jurkadir - and likely to be followed by violence)
Haar’chak! - Damn it!
Manda'lor - leader of the Mandalorians, lit. sole ruler
Manda'yaim - the planet Mandalore
/////
Here's my first post for the new Knights of Shan group, headed by HaphazardPanda and Windusky here on Flickr, where I'm heading the Mandalorian faction! It's a group all about writing stories based 30 years after the SWTOR expansions Knights of the Eternal Throne/Empire storyline, revolving around a main conflict that has yet to be released! If you're interested in joining, reach out to Panda, Windusky, or myself and we'll get you going. :)