Black armor with tall black boots; gray flight suit; red trim around visor; dark blue sash under ammo belt
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Black armor with tall black boots; gray flight suit; red trim around visor; dark blue sash under ammo belt
(Story clarification, please
I was thinking that there were 3 sides in this conflict: Skywalker, the Remnant (Chiss), AND the Rebels. But I was rereading the opening post and noticed that it says the Rebels fled to Chiss space. Does this mean that the Remnant and the Rebels are working together??
Just wondering, and thanks)
(thanks Zoncxs; entering now)
Shortly after dropping out of hyperspace, Ralin moved the Blood Hawk closer to the massed Peacekeeper fleet over Coruscant. He quickly recognized that the gigantic warship at the center of the formation was a new class.
Impressive; already this new lord of the galaxy has created a symbol of terror to impress and suppress the masses. I wonder if itÃ¢Â€Â™s as over-rated as the last few Ã¢Â€Â˜ultimate weaponsÃ¢Â€Â™ that the previous regime created.
The Blood HawkÃ¢Â€Â™s sensors quickly picked up the approaching flight of TIE fighters. RalinÃ¢Â€Â™s com unit came to life as expected.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWarning; you are approaching a Peacekeeper military formation. Adjust course to one of the sanctioned civilian entry routs to the surface, or give the proper access codes to receive landing instructions.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœAffirmative,Ã¢Â€Â responded Drakus. Turning away from the fleet, he moved the Blood Hawk towards the nearest space lane entering orbit.
YouÃ¢Â€Â™ll have your chance for my service, Skywalker. But letÃ¢Â€Â™s hear what the opposition has to offer, first
"What if he doesn't survive? He's worth a lot to me" Boba to Vader
"The Empire will compensate you if he dies; PUT HIM IN!Ã¢Â€Â Vader to Boba
All while Han and Leia stand right there listening. One of the funniest moments in any of the movies for me
(so does this mean I'm in?)
(Wondering the same thing (this is my first RPG; waiting for someone to give me an in ))
The hum from the Hyperdrive was soothing. The last contract had been long and hard. But it was time to get back to what he loved. Battle
It had been a long time since he had been in Known Space; or so it is still called here. Fighting races of aliens not yet cataloged in the service of great Empires yet to be recorded in the Imperial Library itself had tempered him greatly since leaving Mandalore at the age of 14. Those who survive the Wild Space are few.
The galaxy is in even more turmoil then when he had left.
Good for someone in my business Ralin thought with a dry smile. With the fall of the Emperor and Vader, the question now was which side to pick; if any. Skywalker was offering high bounties for Force users who didnÃ¢Â€Â™t join his cause. He, the Remnant, and the Rebels alike were offering good contracts for skilled mercenaries.
If events fell in a certain way, the entire galaxy might fall into chaos.
Honor can be won in chaos; not to mention a large number a credits. Even after the trials of the Unknown Regions, this war could prove an interesting challenge for my skills
A light flashed on his control board, accompanied by a warning message transmitted into his ear through his helmet. He was about to leave hyperspace.
Time to see which side wants me more; this group, or their enemies
*EDIT* wrong way, has been in Wild Space, not the Unknown Regions
Hey Mandalorian Assassin! Not saying you can't use is, but did you see my guy's armor description? We're going to be looking a LOT alike! Check out the link I edited into the description. And I didn't steal your idea for the red visor outline, I've had the recolor for some time. Guess we both just have really great taste in Mando armor! Anyway, since we look alike, should we work together or hate eachothers guts in this RPG??
Will work on a post as soon as I get back from work tonight
(Ok, I'm in
And don't worry about the Clan; I'll just go in alone (less confusing for everyone; me included ))
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Name: Ralin Drakus
Occupation: Freelance mercenary/Bountyhunter; Follows a strict Honor code and will only accept missions that fit
Loyalties: To his Clan and Clan Brothers/Sisters
Weapons: Custom sniper rifle; Matching Mandalorian heavy blaster pistols(strapped to legs Jango Fett style, but a little higher);Jet-pack mounted rocket, usually a high explosive warhead
Gauntlet mounted weapons/gadgets include: Dart/Rocket launcher; A micro-grenade launcher; two wrist lasers; A fiber-cord line with grappling hook for scaling/descending obstacles ; A two-prong retractable18 inch blades in right gauntlet (like those used in the Predator movies);And a personal cloaking device recovered from ancient weapons catch on Duxn; Strength enhanced
Armor: http://cid-086a971ab6dab929.spaces.live … lideshow=0Black Mandalorian armor over gray flight-suite; features half-cape (like a SnowtrooperÃ¢Â€Â™s, but black and heat-resistant); Jet-pack with light armor plating, making it heavier but much harder to damage or accidently start
Appearance:5' 10; Slightly heavy build but still fast; Short military style cut brown hair
Personality: Calm under pressure; Very blunt and to the point with outsiders, but easygoing and cheerful with Clanmates and friends; Extremely protective of those close to him
Ship: Blood Hawk Modified StarViper Assault fighter; upgraded Hyperdrive, Laser cannons replaced with six long barrel Mass driver cannons (which fire a energized projectiles that pass through shields unhindered)
Back to Drako's original hitlist:
-hires other mercenaries to do the jobs that he was hired to do
That's called expanding your business. Unless you can prove that Jango was cowering in a corner while his stringer's were working a job aranged by him, that's an unfair attack
-used two wrist rockets to kill two guards, who were right next to each other, and were running away. One rocket or two blaster bolts would have worked.
Never read that, so don't know. Sound's like bad writting (or bad illustration based on the confusion on whether or not it even WAS a rocket)
-does not wear helmet in public, which is not intelligent in his line of work
You talking about not wearing his helmet in the arena in Ep. II? Who was going to recognize him?? The bugs?? They're almost totally planetbound (by choice as I understand it due to their hive nature); and if Dooku doesn't already know his face from when they met on Galidraan, then I'm sure Jango feels that Dooku's position as "Republic's Most Wanted" places him in an unlikely position to harm his reputation.
-lead thee Mandalorians to decimation for the first time in centuries
As I understand it, Jango led the True Mandalorians back from the brink and was kicking Death Watch BUTT untill betrayed by the Governor of Galidraan; think you wouldn't have fallen for it?
-shot Zam when he could have shot Anikan and Obi-Wan
This one I have to aggree with. I feel this was a flaw by the writers/Lucus; but as you said, it did happen, and it's up to us to interpret. We know Jango is a Jedi killer; he supposedly killed many by himself at the Battle of Galidran. So I don't think he was afraid of them. However, I'm sure he did his research and knew who was guarding Padme', and perhaps knew that those two together were too much for him. There's all kind's of speculation here about "he should have shot a rocket", "he should have fired a dart into each." Maybe he did. Maby 'Mandalorian Assassin' had it right in a way. He could have taken a shot at one of the Jedi but missed (it was a very long shot); but who knows.
-armor is reflects too much light, whick ca attract unwanted attention
This is just nit-picking. It's hard NOT to stand out in the crowd when you're wearing Mandalorian Battle Armor; and based on some of the earlier posts it doesn't sound like he had any trouble with stealth
All in all, I like him. Not as much as Boba, I think, but up there.
These are Imperial clones of Ep. IV - VI era, not Jango's. It will become clear later how they connect to Jango's tampering with the originals
Here is the second part of the intro.
This one starts taking some swipes at possably established material in Star Wars; and latter chapters will do so even more. So if any of this is factually imposable, let me know so I can perhapes make changes latter or scrap this as a serious idea.
If it is imposable, I hope you can enjoy this story anyway as a alternate history.
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Four Months Latter
Kam Tarik stood, arms folded, ignoring the comfortable chair he had been offered fifteen minutes earlier. The middle aged senator from Taris stared blankly at the durasteel walls that surrounded him. His only companions in the waiting room were two armed guards, who occasionally glared at him from their posts around an armored doorway.
Born to an upper middle class family, Kam used his keen mind and ruthless tactics to take over TarisÃ¢Â€Â™s orbital construction yards by his mid thirties. In his early forties, his enterprises were making three times more than his predecessors had ever earned.
Then the Empire came. Nationalizing his construction docks into the Imperial war machine, the Empire kept Tarik as an advisor. For fifteen years Kam was forced to stand by as Imperial overseers ran HIS company. When the opportunity finally came, he leapt at the chance to break away from the Empire. Hearing of the Rebel victory here on Endor, he quickly organized a revolt and ousted the Imperials. Kam then contacted the Alliance, who greeted him and his planetÃ¢Â€Â™s orbital shipyards with open arms. Now four months later, he stood here waiting to meet the Alliance leader.
Looking at this place, perhaps Taris isnÃ¢Â€Â™t so bad after all. The Alliance of Free planets, formerly known as the Rebel Alliance, had set up its headquarters in the refurnished main complex on Endor. Though operational, the facility was still in rough shape.
When the armored door finally slid open, Kam stepped aside for a small delegation of Sullustans as they exited. A young man followed them into the waiting room and motioned to Senator Tarik, Ã¢Â€ÂœThe Chief Councilor will see you now, sir.Ã¢Â€Â Kam walked with the aid down a short hallway into Mon MothmaÃ¢Â€Â™s office. Mon Mothma was standing in front of her desk, her customary long white robe offset by her auburn hair.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWelcome, Senator Tarik. I am sorry that I was unable to see you sooner; please,Ã¢Â€Â Mon Mothma motioned to a chair in front of her desk. As Kam took his seat, Mon Mothma turned to her aid, Ã¢Â€ÂœThank you, Malan, that will be all.Ã¢Â€Â The aid bowed curtly and left through a side entrance.
Ã¢Â€ÂœIt was an unexpected pleasure to get your request for this meetingÃ¢Â€Â Senator Tarik lied as he leaned back comfortably.
Mon Mothma moved to her chair behind her desk. Ã¢Â€ÂœNot at all. I try to meet all new members of the Alliance in person. Also, there is a matter of great importance that we must discuses.Ã¢Â€Â
IÃ¢Â€Â™m sure there is Tarik thought with no amusement. No senator is asked to come this far for a simple welcome. So, how will you try to steal my shipyards, rebel?. Betraying none of the fear or suspicion he felt, Kam continued with the formalities. Ã¢Â€ÂœPlease continue. If there is anything I or my people can do, you need only ask.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœI have a plan in mind for the concentration of prisoners of war; specifically clone stormtroopers, into a single camp. We have considered many planets for this camp, and my advisors and I consider Taris the most suitable.Ã¢Â€Â Mon Mothma leaned back slightly and watched her words sink in.
TarikÃ¢Â€Â™s considerable self restraint failed him as he became visibly shocked. Is this a joke? The senator wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t sure if he should be amused or insulted. He nearly laughed as he asked, Ã¢Â€ÂœYou want to turn my home world into a prison camp? I wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t even aware your forces were holding a large number of prisoners.Ã¢Â€Â
A faint grin crossed Mon MothmaÃ¢Â€Â™s face; though it was born of her understanding, not from any pleasure. Ã¢Â€ÂœIn a civil war of galactic scale it is inevitable that prisoners will be taken. Though stormtroopers typically fight to the last man, the few we have captured on the hundreds of worlds we have fought for and liberated add up to rather a large figure. You donÃ¢Â€Â™t really believe we of the Alliance summarily execute our prisoners like the Empire often does, do you?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœNo, I suppose not.Ã¢Â€Â Senator Tarik composed himself. This may be a ruse. IÃ¢Â€Â™ll play along; for the moment. Ã¢Â€ÂœBut why Taris; we only have a small city on the planetÃ¢Â€Â™s surface. All are real assets are off planet;Ã¢Â€Â Tarik carefully withheld any direct mention of orbital facilities, delaying the inevitable confrontation. Ã¢Â€ÂœWe have no facilities that could even be considered for conversion into such a facility.Ã¢Â€Â
Mon Mothma, despite her reputation as a fierce and unyielding leader, beamed a sense of trust and compassion. Ã¢Â€ÂœWe understand that. I will not force this plan upon you, as there is a limited danger. However, I hope you will give me a chance to explain.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœVery wellÃ¢Â€Â Senator Tarik allowed, but he remained suspicious.
Ã¢Â€ÂœMy staff and I have done considerable research on your home world since it has joined the Alliance of Free Planets. We learned that Taris was leveled during the Second Sith War by Darth Malak nearly four thousand years ago. In all the time since then, less then five percent of the planetÃ¢Â€Â™s surface has been reclaimed. This reclaimed land is in a single, concentrated area directly below the heart of your orbiting space stations; an area that took the least amount of damage during the Sith War. The rest of the planet is barren except for some smuggler and bandit hideouts in the ruins. With your permission, our plan is to set up a camp for captured Imperial clones in an area opposite of your city. They will build their own facility using materials supplied by us. When they have a livable compound, they will then commence working on a reconstruction effort. They will build a small, functional settlement. When they are done, they will be moved and the process can be repeated on some other part of Taris. You can use the abandoned compound as a lure for immigration to your world.Ã¢Â€Â Mon Mothma let her shoulders relax slightly. Ã¢Â€ÂœIt sounds like slave labor, I know. I rejected this plan myself when it was first proposed. But ever since the EmperorÃ¢Â€Â™s death, the clone stormtroopers in our custody have fallen into a state I can only describe as extreme despair. Hundreds have let themselves starve to death. They only existed for the purpose of enforcing the EmperorÃ¢Â€Â™s will. With him gone, the clones apparently feel they have no reason to go on.Ã¢Â€Â
Senator Tarik narrowed his dark eyes. Ã¢Â€ÂœI have never heard of any of this. I was led to believe that there are still clones fighting with the Empire now.Ã¢Â€Â
Mon Mothma nodded. Ã¢Â€ÂœThat is true. Many clones are still fighting for the Empire, but they had officers to look up to. They were somehow able to adjust to the Emperor being gone. However, most of the clones I am describing were already in our custody or were abandoned by their officers on Rim worlds, so they could not make that adjustment. Like your native Taris, hundreds of other worlds joined our cause after the EmperorÃ¢Â€Â™s death. However, a closely held secret is that most of those worlds joined us unopposed only because their stormtrooper garrisons failed to counter the revolt. Those clones not massacred in their barracks were captured, leading to the sudden explosion in number of prisoners we now have. Overpopulation in our current prisoner facilities is part of the reason for this proposal. Also, I feel that if we can get them to do something constructive, it might help to rectify some of the deeds they committed in their past. With proper reeducation, it may even be possible they could one day become model citizens in the New Republic.Ã¢Â€Â
The two shared a long silence as Kam pondered the proposition. Senator Tarik finally looked up. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou said there would be a Ã¢Â€Â˜limited dangerÃ¢Â€Â™ involved. To what were you referring?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœYes, there will be some risk involved. The worst possibility being that if the Empire should learn of the camp, they might try to free the clones. However, we know that ever since the Clone Wars, the Empire has never attached much sentiment to their clone soldiers, or any of their low ranking combatants. They have also never had a manpower shortage. Therefore, we have concluded that the Empire views your orbital docks as a much more tempting target than a POW camp would. In any case, we will endeavor to maintain utmost secrecy for this project.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœThe other risk in a venture such as this of course is a mass breakout. I see this possibility as most unlikely. One of my most trusted advisors recently visited our current prisoner facility. He assured me that ever since the EmperorÃ¢Â€Â™s death they barley move around or talk, much less make trouble. However, that possibility is another reason we chose Taris. If the entire camp were to revolt, your planetÃ¢Â€Â™s inhospitable nature would leave them stranded. No form of long distance transportation would be allowed to stay at the camp for an extended amount of time, and the camp will be placed at a location too far for them to travel on foot to any settled parts of your world.Ã¢Â€Â
Senator Tarik again thought over Mon MothmaÃ¢Â€Â™s words. If this offer is all it seems to be, Taris and I may be able to benefit in more ways then one. If only. . . When he finally looked up, a slight grin spread across his face. Ã¢Â€ÂœI think we can come to an arrangement on this.Ã¢Â€Â
Mon Mothma smiled back and offered her hand. Ã¢Â€ÂœExcellent! There are many details that we must work out. But you must be tired; Malan will show you to your room.Ã¢Â€Â A moment after she pressed one of the buttons on her desk, the young aid returned through the side door entrance.
Ã¢Â€ÂœUntil tomorrow then,Ã¢Â€Â said Tarik.
Ã¢Â€ÂœOne last thing, senator. You now personally own TarisÃ¢Â€Â™s orbital shipyards again, donÃ¢Â€Â™t you?Ã¢Â€Â
A cold chill ran down KamÃ¢Â€Â™s spine. Now it comes. Turning slowly, he replied in as even a tone as he could muster; Ã¢Â€ÂœYes, I do.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœGood! The Alliance needs starships badly, and we are now in a position to pay well for your companyÃ¢Â€Â™s service. If you like, I will have the contract my advisers have been working on taken to your room. Review it when you have the time; no rush. And thank you again for coming.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœMy pleasure.Ã¢Â€Â Following the aid, Senator Tarik was completely baffled. One question rang in his mind that he couldnÃ¢Â€Â™t answer. WhatÃ¢Â€Â™s her angle?
It's the second part of the intro and later chapters that will start making real changes (or at least new theories and additions) to Star Wars info.
Ok; I'm taking the leap.
This is my first attempt at this sort of thing, so please forgive mistakes.
Also, keep in mind that this is a story with little to no reference checking about the real backstory of planets, charachters, or much of anything else; as at the time I started it (over 2 years ago)I had no idea how much had already been written about Boba and the rest of Star Wars post-Ep. VI. So much if not all of this is completely imposable. Just the rantings of a Boba/Mando fan before he even knew there really was much of an 'Expanded Universe.'
If any of this IS possable, please let me know; as I'd love to do a more serious work based on this story if possable.
Anyway, hope you enjoy! Any feed-back is greatly appreciated!
This first part will seem greatly off topic, but the dots will connected latter.
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RETURN OF THE MANDALORIANS
This oneÃ¢Â€Â™s for you, Rebel.
Ã¢Â€ÂœFire!Ã¢Â€Â Five bolts of high energy streaked through the trees at a Rebel trooper and several Ewoks. Sergeant JC 225 watched the soldier he had targeted fold and collapse to the ground.
Ã¢Â€ÂœStance Delta; fire at will.Ã¢Â€Â
With that order, the five Imperial Scout Snipers assumed a circular formation and began engaging targets at will. EndorÃ¢Â€Â™s dense vegetation and trees were ideal for them. Unlike most scout troopers, the snipers were issued a camouflaged version of the basic scout armor. Hidden in the thick undergrowth, the sergeant and his team quickly eliminated the targets in view with a few well aimed shots. The report from their high power blasters was muffled by the dense surroundings and went unnoticed in the background of sporadic blaster shots and Ewok battle cries that still emanated from the forest.
Their mission had been to patrol the woods in a relatively quiet sector south of the shield generatorÃ¢Â€Â™s secret entrance. However, after a lost scout stumbled into camp with a concussion given to him by a female Rebel the day before, Sergeant JC 225 put his squad on full alert. Hearing chatter of a battle at the bunker on their comlinks, the sergeant took it upon himself to leave his patrol area to check it out. During the teamÃ¢Â€Â™s approach to the shield generatorÃ¢Â€Â™s secret entrance, they overheard one of the AT-ST commanders call for reinforcements to Ã¢Â€Âœpursue the enemy.Ã¢Â€Â The dead stormtroopers and burning AT-ST they passed betrayed a far different situation.
When all visible enemies had been eliminated and a crisp Ã¢Â€ÂœclearÃ¢Â€Â was heard over his comlink from each of his team members, the sergeant quietly turned to his second in command. Using hand signals, the sergeant ordered them to hold position and remain hidden. Moving from his cover, JC 225 crawled up a small hill that separated him from the secret entrance. Reaching the top, he noticed two sets of droid tracks. Strange. Moving next to a tree on the hillÃ¢Â€Â™s crest, he looked down on the bunker. A team of Rebels ran from the entrance. Their leader, a scruffy looking bard wearing a black vest over a white shirt, yelled to the others to get back as he trailed after them.
JC 225 tried to zero in for a shot, but the Rebel dove for cover too quickly. Every fiber of his being pounded a message to his brain; Eliminate the enemy leader! His training, his very breeding demanded it. His mission was to protect the shield generator, and killing the enemy leader would be the greatest step he could make towards accomplishing that mission. Trying not to expose himself too greatly, he stood from his hidden position and tried to reacquire the target. Zooming his scope to its highest magnification, he strained to pick up a movement through the foliage that blocked his view.
Get up. . . Get up you Rebel scum
Just as he thought he detected a slight motion, the sergeant felt a vibration through his armor in the tree he was using for support and cover. A moment latter, the entire moon seemed to shake. Dropping to his knees, JC 225 could tell the secondary explosion had come from the direction of the shield generator. A wall of flame rose above the treetops from the direction of the main complex.
WeÃ¢Â€Â™ve failed. IÃ¢Â€Â™ve failed. The Emperor is totally defenseless on the Death Star.
Clearing his mind, the sergeant again searched for the enemy leader. Unable to see him, JC 225 fired blindly through the undergrowth hoping for a lucky shot. A Rebel trooper saw him and returned fire. The sergeant wheeled and squeezed the firing stud again, sending a green energy bolt through the soldierÃ¢Â€Â™s upper chest. Swinging his rifle back toward the Rebel leaderÃ¢Â€Â™s hiding place, he still couldnÃ¢Â€Â™t make out any movement.
Got to get out of here; must receive new orders.
The Rebel trooperÃ¢Â€Â™s companions quickly returned fire, but the sergeant was already gone; crawling back to his waiting team.
Ã¢Â€ÂœOur mission is failed; the shield generator has been destroyed. WeÃ¢Â€Â™ve got to pull back to the main complex for new orders.Ã¢Â€Â Nodding, the team obediently fell into formation while their sergeant wondered if they would ever leave this moon again.
In my dreams? Custom Mando battle armor; painted to my specs
Realisticly? Guess I'll settle for the Traviss Clone Wars books and maybe some more of the Star Wars figures that are coming out
I was saying that the "true Mando's" weren't JUST bounty hunters, and mercs OR JUST farmers and homesteaders, they incorporated BOTH aspects. Keep in mind places the Mandalorians made home, like Concord Dawn and Mandalore were rugged and uncivilized wilderness frontier. Think "Old West during the 'Homesteaders Act' ". They had to make good farmers and such, or they couldn't survive. Only a handful of Mandalorians were of Boba Fett's caliber, commanding enough of a pay rate with the resources to live on just their ship. And even he had arrangements to stay in other properties, with multiple real estate throughout the galaxy.
I know where you're coming from on this, and you might be right. But I just can't see it that way until proven wrong. At least not where the true Mando culture is concerned; the Mandalorian culture of Revan's time. Now, most of those born Mando's now have fallen from that way of life; to a culture that you are describing.
This is my case. Star Wars already has people like what you're saying. Mostly ordinary folks who are just trying to make a life for themselves, with some becoming extra-ordinary; but when threatened, they all become great warriors, they're called WOOKIEES!
I see the Mandalorians as something else. I imagine them living a true Warrior path. As far as their ability to get by when not at war, the planet Mandalore is a jungle world like Duxn; a place where you have to kill to survive. People keep posting 'they're nomads, so they must be farmers.' Some of the most famous nomad societies in history, the Mongols, most of the northern plains Indians and the Comanches of America, didn't do any farming at all! They were hunters and raiders! That's the way I see the Mandalorians. Call me a warmonger if you like (I prefer the term Militaristic ), but that's the way I like them, too
*EDIT* Anyone else who sees the Mandalorians the way I do, check out virulent_messiah's thread in the General section "Would people be interested in starting Clans, like a Mando'a culture?"
IÃ¢Â€Â™m interested in starting a clan. Any like-minded (or even just open-minded) Mando fans are welcome to join. PM or E-mail me if youÃ¢Â€Â™re interested, and we can begin our Crusade toward greater Mando knowledge and understanding, work on FanFics and/or other projects, and kick butt in RPGs
I didn't really think too much about Boba until after I saw the movies. He was a very interesting charachter I thought, but his limited role didn't really get my attention.
It was after playing KOTOR and leaning about the Mandalorians that I really took another look at Boba and realized how interesting he was (and how much more he could be; thus my upcoming FanFic)
What I love about him (and the Mandalorians) now is that he is the gray force in Star Wars. So much of the SW universe is so centered on light Vs Dark; good Vs Evil. I dont consider Boba either. He has his own set of rules, and lets the rest of the galaxy be damned for whatever they think about it.
Perhaps he just assumes, i dont know why, that say, skulls clinking on his armor mess with stealth
True; his available space for knick-knacks would be limited to what little room isn't taken up by tactical equipment AND whatever didn't hamper his mission (though I never believed in that story that he bacame a Journeyman Protector, leaving you to wonder where he really got that red belt. . . )
And V_M, if Fett indeed wore marriage braids, why would he go around wearing them in public so much? That would boradcast that he has someone special, and his many enemies would know where to strike. I suppose a blond Wookiee is not farfetched; enough tanning time can do that to a lot of people. But I still think that the braids would hinder him more than help him on the field. Just my thoughts and all.
No reason to fear wearing the braids if they belong to his GFs; the whole galaxy thinks they're Wookiee pelts! Seriously. If they really are some kind of Mando wedding/relationship symbol, the belief that they're Wook pelts may have spawned from Boba himself; one of his 'selfmade' myths that misslead his enemies and furthers his mystique.
One other thing that makes me doubt the "Wookiee pelt Trophies" is that he has more then one (just how many does he have, 2 or 3?? Looking at my Boba Fett FatHead, but can't tell in that pose). Not if he kept them to Honor worthy adversaries. What are the odds that the only 2 creatures in the galaxy that Fett felt earned his respect would both be Wook's; and one a blond one at that
One for sure could be, but 2?? I think there's a backstory behind at least one of those braids that doesn't involve a Wookiee
Sounds great! As a fellow wannabe writer, I recommend getting the ideas out on paper or computer screen ASAP. Get a couple friends or trsutworthy people to read it over when you think you've got enough, and then go over it and edit the parts that don't seem to flow very well. (I had to do a LOT of editing). I would LOVE to read the fanfic, Ralin! It's got Fett, clones, and a secret Mando society, so that already sounds amazing!
Thanks for the *thumbs up* Mandalorian Assassin
Since you're into writting too, maybe us two wannabes can work something out. If you have the time and the interest, I'd love to share what I've done
I have several chapters already finished that I worked on some time ago. Not sure they're in a format that's appealing to the forum here in the 'Creative' section on this site, though, so I am interested in sharing what I've done and getting feedback before posting it.
If anyone else would like to see if they can help smooth it out/correct errors in StarWars facts, I have a storyline I can send out so you can decide if it's in your line (and to see if I'm any good at coming up with alternate stories )
Grateful for any interest!
Good point Coyote 850.
'Heavy assault & superior firpower' is more my style, making heavier armor like Jango's more to my personal taste; but that's not Boba's method, and I'm good with that.
If there's anything I'd change it would be the shoes; combat boots really would look better I think
"I don't see anthing wrong with the armour, BUT (hey, it was inevitable) I think that he should re-think the Wookiee pelt things, and possibly better leg protection." "Boba knows he's the best, everyone ELSE knows he's the best, why show off? Besides, wouldnt they get in the way in case he's trying to make a fast exit, and they get caught on some portrusion while he's jeting away? That wouldnt be very good."
That's a very good point; a point that I'm sure isn't lost on Boba. Which tells me they have a VERY special meaning for him.
As usual, I have a far-out alternat expalation.
Does anyone know anything about Mando marriage rights?? Is it posable that the braids aren't battle trophies at all (or not all of them are), but a Mandalorian version of a wedding ring??
I know this one is reaching WAY out there, but it's something that came to mind as I was writting my story.
There is no canon info on what they really are or where he got them, is there?? Also, is there such a thing as a blond Wookiee??? That's the big one that jumps out at me.
The bountyhunter he had a child with, she has dark hair, right? so that could be one of those braids. The blond one. . . another flame in our favorite bountyhunter's life??
Just thinking out loud. Can anyone prove me wrong?? I'd like to know myself
Anyone interested in joining 'Aliit Drakus'? (Clan Drakus)
Doesn't the coloring also have something to do with Clan affiliation??
I like the Mando popularity, however, I don't think I like how, well, peaceful they seem. Call me a warmonger, I just can't help but imagine Mandos in battle, dominating the field. Farming peaceably at home is not the first image that comes to mind. I mean, I like the depiction of the Mando's as people behind the armour, but in some ways, it's the armour and the combat that makes them seem so cool for me. I'm not a big fan of Traviss' interpretations on them. But then, that's just me, I suppose.
Oya MANDA!!! From a fellow warmonger!!!
They're like the Marines! Breaking things and kicking ass is just what Mando's are supposed to do!
Now, it's true that not all Mandalorinans live that way in the hard times since their defeat by Reven. But I don't consider those Mandalorians who have turned to farming and the simple life as Mando's; they've strayed from that path. The real Mandalorians are the ones who still live the the old way like Boba and Jango did; aquiring Honor in the face of danger, in their case by capturing and killing the galaxy's most dangerous criminals.
That's a totally sweet concept. I would easily read that fan fiction. But I'm still not totally swayed on that idea. Jango just seems like a bounty hunter to me.
I'm not really sure. Haven't read any of the EU material that's come out about him yet.
All I do know is that he was raised by Jaster, one of the last great Mandos who firmly belived in the old Honor code, and he excepted the role of becoming the last Mandalore (he was never called Mandalore, I know, but that is basically what he bacame, right?). So, I guess what I'm saying is that if he's portrayed as a souless bountyhunter, I think it was a cover for his true aims.
Also, so there isn't any confuseion, my story isn't about Jango, it's about Boba.
A couple years after escaping the Sarlacc he discovers a New Republic prison for clones and learns that they have followed a secret Mandalorian cult throught their ranks since the Clone Wars.
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