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Thanks for the compliment. Trooping Rex is great fun, very different to trooping my Mando (which usually scares people). Rex can scare people too but kids tend to stare up at me dumbfounded big_smile Then I get the really excited responce when they tell me how they've been watching me every week on television! lol


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Yes, there are a few more pics on my MySpace and Facebook pages.


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This is my latest costume - a movie realised (ie not toon version) of Captain Rex.




Your right, that perticular version of the pic does resemble the look of Robot Chicken; hadn't noticed it before you said as I thought it resembled a painting.

The culmination of a bounty hunt for Lord Vader - he payed me well for this one..


The rest of these images can be found here: kotemandos.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=387&pid=3328&st=0&#entry3328

I've opted not to post them here as some may find one of them graphic in nature so you have been warned.

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*All images have been photoshopped and no jedi were harmed in the making of these photos...

There are females that dress as Boba. I don't but the principle is the same, the armour is easy enough to adapt.

This is just a preview of what I am working on. I am ALOT further then this and more then this has been posted on both KOTE and KOTE Mandos but despite not being able to post a PDF here on BFFC I thought you still might like to read some.

I ask that you do not post it anywhere else without first asking me. Whilst it is fan-fiction it is MY fan faction and I don't want it posted where people could steal parts of it or lay claim to it themselves.

Several of the characters can be found here: http://www.bobafett.com/boards/viewtopic.php?id=3254 with more of the story on kotemandos.com.

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Anyway, without further adue I present a preview of Children Of Mandalore...

Copyright Joanne Beck 2009.
All characters and events in this story, other then those clearly in the public domain
are fictitious, and any resemblance to any real person, living or dead is purely coincidental.
The moral right of the author has been asserted.
Star Wars is a copyright of Lucas Film Ltd.
This is a piece of fan-fiction and is not to be sold.

To the Knights Of The Empire Star Wars Costuming Club and KOTE Mandos,
For the past few years of friendship and trooping, long may it continue. And to Toria,
Best friend, Mandalorian, sister and the real Jai'gati Rrith.
And finally, to George Lucas; for allowing us to play in in his sandpit.


You all know me. Know how I earn a living. I'll catch this Jedi for you, but it ain't gonna be easy.
Bad fight. Not like going down the underworld and chasing murderers and bail-jumpers. This Jedi,
cut you in half. Little slicing, little dicing, and down you go. It's not gonna be pleasant. I value my
neck a lot more than three thousand credits, commander. I'll find him for three, but I'll catch him,
and kill him, for ten. But you've gotta make up your minds. If you want to stay alive, then ante up. If
you want to play it cheap, be hiring other hunters all year, trying and failing to catch him then go
ahead. My fee rises by the day. Ten thousand credits for me and my ship. For that you get the robe,
the saber, the whole damn thing.
– Orthar Rrith discussing an Imperial bounty during the Great Jedi Purge.

Daris adjusted the fit of his jacket, dismayed to see yet another hole appearing in the fabric of one
of the arms. He would have to see procurement about a replacement soon, as there was no doubt in
his mind that Major Howeth would disapprove of one of his junior officers wearing anything but a
pristine uniform. The fit was getting loose anyway, what with the rationing that Command had
implemented over the last eighteen months. No-one could accuse his people of being slim but Daris
had a feeling the galaxy was going to notice their new leaner look in times to come.
The blaster pistol sat on his heavy desk next to his macro-binoculars no longer had that clean and
unused look either, the cold silver-gray metal now wearing the tarnished look of a weapon well
used. Daris's lower right hand reached for it, lifting the pistol off the desk and reminding him of a
time, not so long ago; when he'd been nervous and even a little excited about wielding it. Now it
was little more then a tool of his trade, something needed; if no longer entirely wanted. He slid it
into the holster on his hip, before looking at himself in the upright mirror fastened to the far wall.
The tired Besalisk that stared back at him was no longer the innocent youth who'd joined up to repel
the invaders and return home a hero. Too many hours of mindless duty followed by terrifying
moments of intense combat had aged his face far faster then time alone could have. The eyes in the
mirror were dark and shrouded, no longer looking forward to a life of excitement and adventure; but
instead hinting at having seen and done things that no sentient species should have.
Daris knew his father would be disappointed had he survived, he had wanted so much more for his
son. Harlom would often tell tall tales of Daris's uncle and suggest that Daris could join him at his
diner on Coruscant.
“Being a chef's a damn good trade” he would say. “everyone needs to eat, my boy”. The young
Daris would argue, adamant that he'd be a hero just like in his favourite holo-vids, but the older,
wiser Besalisk in the mirror no longer would.
The chronometer on the wall chimed once indicating that Daris was late, he would now have to rush
to reach his duty station before Howeth discovered he wasn't there. Grabbing the macros off the
desk, Daris ran for the door.
The run along the corridors proved problematic at best. A patrol had returned from a nearby
settlement and the troops filled the corridors. Their packs and cold weather gear forcing Daris to
weave in and out of them to make any headway. It looked like the patrol had been hit hard, with a
number of casualties clearly evident. At one point, Daris was forced to stop as a medical droid tried
to save a trooper with a gaping wound in his chest in the middle of the corridor. Thick clots of blood
had frozen to the troopers jacket in the cold Ojom air, and these were now hampering the droids
attempts to get access to the injury. It was quite clear to Daris, that what ever pain relief they had
been able to give him was not enough, as several of the troopers squad-mates held him down whilst
the droid finally inserted scanning probes and surgical tools into the wound. Daris slipped past the
scene, hoping that the trooper would make it; but noting the hollow look in his mates eyes as the
medical droid retracted its instruments.
It took a further five minutes for Daris to reach his post atop the northern tower, replacing Bevis
Grotman as “Officer of the Watch”
“Your late!” whispered Bevis as Daris slipped in, ignoring the subtle looks and head shakes he
received from the troopers stationed in the tower. A slight smile broadened across Bevis's face
“You're lucky Howeth hasn't checked in yet, my friend”. The two of them had signed up together,
helping each other through basic and covering for each other when the need arose.
“Thanks” muttered Daris, well aware he wasn't in the Major's good books.
The door to the post opened and a trooper marched in before saluting the two of them.
“Lieutenant Jettster?” he asked holding out a small data pad within easy reach of both of them, and
clearly unsure of whom he was addressing. Daris nodded returning the salute, and taking the pad as
the trooper smartly wheeled about and left.
“I've been ordered to report to Major Howeth in the Command Post immediately” Daris announced,
his stomach sinking as he read the information contained on the pad before handing it over to Bevis.
“And I am to remain here for double duty!” Bevis grumbled, not at all happy with the turn of
“I guess we're both out of luck” announced Daris, reluctantly heading towards the door.
The Command Post was bustling with activity. Troopers criss-crossed the room carrying data pads
filled with orders, requisitions and reports; and somehow managing to avoid colliding with others
doing more of the same. Charts and display screens manned by yet more troopers, lined the room
showing incoming data from a number of ongoing engagements; whilst a large holographic
generator sat idle in the center of the room. Major Howeth, resplendent in his pristine uniform;
stood alongside several officers who's rank insignia identified them as Generals, watching data and
numbers scroll across a nearby screen. Daris took a deep breath and approached, hoping that his
dressing down would be in private and had nothing to do with the Generals. He saluted smartly.
“Ah, Jettster” Howeth returned the salute “to my office please Lieutenant” indicating the room at
the back of the Command Post and leading the way. To Daris's immense relief, neither of the
Generals moved to follow; instead simply nodding briefly to the Major and turning their attention
back to the display.
“At ease Lieutenant” Howeth instructed as they entered the room and before Daris's brain had even
considered coming to attention in front of the large, report strewn desk. Howeth took his customary
place sitting on a large Corellian leather chair behind the desk.
Daris stood the other side of the desk, trying not to look guilty about being late for his post yet
“I have important new orders for you Lieutenant” Howeth stated, adjusting a few data-pads on his
desk. “Despite what is being reported on the news, the war is not going well for us” Howeth paused
waiting to see if the revelation would garner a response from the young officer before continuing.
“The Vulptereen are decimating everything they encounter and we are unable to replace the loses”
Howeth reached across his desk activating a small holo-projector. A scale replica of Ojom sprang
into life, the oceans and glaciers of the planets surface coloured blue-white by the projectors
emitters. Orbiting the miniature planet was a space station, large enough to function as Ojom's
spaceport and it's only physical link with the remainder of the galaxy, the image zoomed in to the
space station.
“We've managed to secure intelligence that leads us to believe the Vulptereen's next target will be
Odaca Spaceport, they want to capture it in order to begin landing reinforcements on the surface”.
Daris looked on, shocked by what he was hearing and struggling to take it all in.
“I don't have to tell you that if Odaca falls then our dwindling food shipments go with it” striking up
a cigar Howeth continued “Annalists predict without further food shipments we'll be forced to
surrender in no more then six months” He took a long drag on the cigar, inhaling deeply.
“We don't have enough troops left to defend the station...”
Daris felt like he was drowning, the room suddenly felt considerably smaller then when he had
entered and Daris wasn't sure he wasn't safe and sound in his bunk simply having a nightmare.
“S..sir” he stammered at last “what about the Empire? Could they not..”
“The Empire won't interfere in a conflict between non-humans, seems they don't care if we blow
each other to high orbit” Howeth cut in. “So we've had to make... other... arrangements”
He pulled a small data pad from the pile on his desk and threw it to Daris.
“You're new orders” he paused to allow Daris a moment to activate the pad “You're to be our liaison
with the commander of these new troops. Ensure they defend Odaca at any cost, we can't loose it
and they are being well paid to ensure it remains in our hands”.
Daris studied the data pad, his eyes scrolling through the data on Odaca Spaceport until he reached
the information on the new troops.
“Sir... these troops are Mandalorians!”


Supercommando is a term commonly used to describe the elite warriors of the Mandalorian
culture. Well equipped and superbly trained Supercommando's are the epitome of the
Mandalorians, with just one Supercommando the equal to many times the number of regular troops.
It should be noted that the only other warriors to use the title were the Republic's Advanced Recon
Commando's during The Clone Wars, themselves trained by Mandalorians.
– Professor R. Schnieder during a lecture on Warrior Cultures to Cadets at the Imperial
Academy on Cardia

The Adenn'oya settled on to it's landing struts, thrusters sparking as it came to rest inside the
cavernous port side docking bay of Odaca Spaceport. The somewhat battered craft managed to
exude an air of menace, the visible weapons systems and blunt, brutal shape clearly indicating that
this was far more then a simple transport vessel. Scoring and burn marks from weapons fire mixed
with the chipped paint work, ensuring the ship looked well used. Replacement panels gleamed
under the docking bay lighting, their unpainted finish contrasting strongly with the dull gray of the
rest of the ship. On one side, across an access panel and clearly visible despite years of wear, was
scrawled a marking; the intricate design resembling the skull of a beast, long teeth and downward
curving horns. This was a warning and an announcement, stating to all who looked upon her, that
The Adenn'oya was a Mandalorian ship, beware!
Venting gases hissed as they escaped from the rapidly cooling engines, the gases forming a cloud
that shrouded the lower parts and stubby landing struts in a near fog. Station ground crew, at this
point normally rushing to connect refueling hoses or to supervise maintenance droids; paused,
clearly unsure if it was wise to approach such a craft. One or two of the more nervous fondled the
grips of holstered pistols before deciding to occupy their time with suddenly remembered work
elsewhere on the station. Despite this, and the ongoing war with the Vulptereen; the deck seemed to
be far more crowded with excited personnel than normal.
From the boarding ramp at the rear of the vessel, Rakarth was the first to disembark; his almost nine
foot tall bulk unfolding from the hold and emerging onto the space stations deck, heavy sword held
casually across one armoured shoulder. Around the deck, those Besalisk crew members who had
previously been making every effort not to be seen watching the arrival of the Mandalorians, gave
up their pretense and stared with unbridled curiosity. Several of the closest workers unsure of what
to expect from such a massive being, nervously began backing away. Rakarth simply stepped onto
the deck and stood there, sharp eyes taking in everything. Even without his helmet on the giant
Togorian seemed a terrifying figure, his Mandalorian armour appearing almost superfluous, an after
thought that seemed to barely contain his bulk.
Several other Mandos followed Rakarth down the ramp, exiting the craft and forming a loose group
not far from him, some carried boxes of equipment, stacking them on the deck, others just their
weapons; none spoke a word the ground crew could hear. The sound of the Mandalorians armoured
boots ringing on the metal deck announced the arrival of warriors, yet as always; none of them drew
attention quite like Rakarth.
From the darkness of Adenn'oya's hold Orthar Rrith, one of the last to disembark; watched the
unfolding scene, noting with mild amusement the look of trepidation on the face of a Besalisk
Lieutenant as he approached Rakarth. The armed escort that accompanied him appearing to wish
they had drawn almost any other duty today. As far as Orthar could tell, these did not look much
like professional soldiers at all.
“S..Sir!” said the Lieutenant, clearly trying not to appear too intimidated by the towering feline. “I..I
am Lieutenant Jettster.” He visibly composed himself before plowing on with what Orthar took to
be a well rehearsed speech.
“W..Welcome to Odaca Spaceport, gateway to Ojom. If you and your men would like to follow me
I'll see you to your quarters and introduce you to Station Commander Dupree.” Orthar hated
dignitaries and officials, no matter their rank. Pompous individuals who were only too happy to
send others to die in their place, whilst they themselves stayed nice and safe in their bunkers behind
the lines. This Jettster, like most of the officer class in almost every army Orthar had encountered,
no doubt had the credits to buy himself a cushy assignment or a father in a position of power, keen
to keep him here in relative safety; out of harms way on the station. Rakarth just snorted, clearly
amused that the Lieutenant thought he was in charge.
“You want the boss” he growled, indicating back towards The Adenn'oya's hold with a nod of his
head. Orthar emerged from the shadows, side-stepping past several Mando's man-handling the
components of a large E-Web blaster cannon out of the ship and headed down the ramp towards the
“You are in charge?” asked the increasingly unsure Besalisk, his eyes searching Orthar's black
armour for any signs of rank. As no two of the Mando's wore even remotely identical colours, let
alone armour; Orthar knew he would have a hard time.
“I am” responded the Mando, now close enough to note the patched uniform and well oiled blaster
pistol. Perhaps this Jettster wasn't just another jumped up lackey sent to lord it over the hired help
but a soldier, and if that was the case then that demanded at least a little respect.
“I'm Lieutenant Daris Jettster” repeated the Besalisk, holding out a hand for Orthar to shake “I'm
your Liaison Officer here”. His eyes seemed to scan the visor of Orthar's helmet, looking for
features that would tell him anything about the wearer. Beneath the helmet Orthar almost smiled,
this was a common reaction when people first encountered Mandalorians. The battle worn armour
and near featureless helmets could make even the toughest of sentients nervous, something that
Mandalorians would often use to their advantage; but on this occasion Orthar decided to cut the
Lieutenant some slack. It always helped business to appear approachable to your employer.
With a slight twist she removed her helmet, noting as she did so the slight breeze from the stations
air recycling system gently wafting against her exposed skin.
“Ma'am!” said Daris, clearly surprised that Orthar was female, his eyes quickly darting to the other
Mandalorians unloading the ship to see if he could tell who else was not male; he couldn't.
When fully armoured up, it was near impossible for outsiders to tell who was who beneath a
Mandalorians armour; Females fought beside males, young with the old, Humans and non-Humans
side by side. Where Mando's were concerned, it paid not to assume.
“Just Orthar” she replied, looking him over with her remaining good eye. For most people the patch
over her left eye and the scars running out from under it, proved almost as unnerving as her helmet;
and she knew they did little for her looks.
“Show my crew where to unload our gear” she instructed “and then I'll visit this commander of

“Mandalorians!” muttered Besalisk Station Commander Eggar Dupree to himself, pacing the plush
Naboo carpet that lined the floor of his office; for the umpteenth time since being informed the
Mandalorians ship had arrived.
“We don't need those scum!” he exclaimed, pounding a clenched fist into the palm of a hand.
“What fool thought we need those bastards?” he growled. He poured himself a glass of expensive
Dornean brandy, downing the beverage in a single gulp and pouring another.
“My men can handle anything the Vulptereen can throw at us!”
He had told Command that in a secure communique mere days before, well... not in so many words
of-course; but he had made his feelings on the subject quite clear to General Pu'Dunkin's aide, the
fact they had then chosen to ignore him simply rankled him further. He downed the second glass
and resumed pacing.
Someone in Command is trying to embarrass me! He decided Afraid of my raising star! I bet it's
that De'Salver trying to usurp me! He's always wanted my job!
At least he had that Jettster to blame it on if, or rather when; it all went wrong. Everyone knew you
couldn't trust Mandalorians. Mercenaries were only interested in the credits they were paid, not the
cause they were fighting for; and that kind of thinking disgusted and unnerved Dupree.
They're probably being paid by the Vulptereen to betray us at a critical moment! And here we are
letting them waltz in through the front door like welcome heroes!! The thought made him pause for
a moment, unsure of what to do next. If he was right then they had just handed the station to the
Vulptereen on a silver serving platter. He slumped back into the heavy chair behind his desk, the
enormity of the situation suddenly weighing heavy on his shoulders.
I should call out the guard! Have these Mandalorians arrested, detained... executed! A loud knock
rang out from the door to his office.
“Come” he instructed, voice loud enough to be heard, and suddenly hoping who ever it was could
not tell he had been drinking. The heavy wooden door opened enough to reveal his secretary, the
woman clearly nervous about something.
“Lieutenant Jettster and.. err.. guest, are here to see you” she stated.
Guest! What guest?
“Show them in please Marcie” he replied, unsure of why Jettster would be escorting a guest and
wanting to get back to solving the Mandalorian problem before it got out of hand. Dupree rose out
of his seat as the door opened further to admit Jettster, his thread-bare jacket still not replaced
despite the dressing down Dupree had given him about it when the Lieutenant had come aboard;
and a...
“Mandalorian!” gasped Dupree, unable to keep his horror disguised, a half outstretch hand returning
unshaken to his side.
“I am” Responded Orthar, ignoring the tone in his voice and coming to a stop the opposite side of
Dupree's desk. She had replaced her helmet following the unloading of her ship and now let the
cold hard featureless stare of the helmet fall onto the Besalisk officer. Dupree, for his part; simply
set his jaw and attempted to out-stare her from across the desk, as if somehow trying to intimidate
the armoured warrior stood before him. It didn't work.
“Commander Dupree” interrupted Daris, not failing to notice the raising tension or the open bottle
of brandy.
“May I present Orthar Rrith, err... Captain of the Mandalorians.” he glanced at Orthar to see if the
impromptu title was acceptable, she did nothing to indicate otherwise. Dupree simply sat back in his
chair, clearly unhappy with the way things were going. Orthar just nodded once, as if that simple
action was enough of a greeting, her blaster rifle cradled across her arms.
“This is my station” stated Dupree after several long seconds of silence. “I command here, I set the
rules. Whilst you are here, you and your... mercenaries, will follow my orders to the letter or find
yourselves floating home!” Dupree spat out the word mercenaries, as if it was something to be
wiped off of the sole of his boot. Daris inhaled, almost expecting the Mandalorian leap across the
desk and pummel Dupree into a paste, or swing up that blaster rifle and riddle his body full of
incandescent bolts of light. Daris wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing when she did neither.
Instead she let the blaster rifle fall to her side and removed her helmet.
“I'm being payed a lot of credits by your government to defend this station any way I see fit” she
said, placing the helmet under one arm and reaching into a pouch on her belt to pulled out a small
gnarled piece of root, biting off a piece and chewing; before placing it back where it came from.
“You got a problem with that...” she spat on the hard wood desk, leaving a dark brown stain “bite
me” With that she turned and left, replacing her helmet as she went. Dupree looked like he was
about to burst a major blood vessel, clearly never having been spoken to in such a way before. Daris
looked on, unable to shake the feeling that this was not going to be an easy assignment at all.

“What's this war about anyway?” asked Dhar'khad, removing his helmet and placing it with the rest
of his gear on the over-sized Besalisk bunk. The smooth youthful features of his face contrasted
greatly with his battle worn armour and brutal looking array of weapons. His innocent looks and
easy going nature had proved him popular with a number of females back home.
“Who cares?” replied Gorath, sat cleaning his rifle; he paused to pull a new rag from a pouch on his
belt. “As long as they pay us I'll fight for them!” He slammed a new charge into his blaster and
took aim down the sights, then; satisfied that the weapon was in perfect working order, he stood it
next to his jetpack on the ground. “As far as I am concerned, this is all about the payday

These are the members of KOTE Mandos Clan Rrith and are three of the characters that appear in my forth-coming novel Star Wars: Children Of Mandalore - a preview of which will be posted once I figure out if I can upload a pdf or not.

Clan Rrith Alor Orthar Rrith

Mandalorian Jai'gati Rrith

Mandalorian Gorath Rrith

KOTE Mandos is now running perfectly. All alligations of it being an attack site for virus's and malware have been dropped and 100% of access has been restored. Anyone logging in to their KM account or joining up will have no further problems.

Okay, I log onto my computer and it goes to my home page - KOTE Mandos. Only for me to be told in big lettering before it can load the page that KOTE Mandos is listed as a Reported Attack Site!  :huh:
KOTE Mandos is not an Attack Site!
Logging on to KOTE Mandos will not get you a virus or have your computer attacked by any malicious software, spyware or even Al-Quieda terrorists! I've checked the google report on the site and it states that there have been 0 attacks from the site, 0 mailicious software problems and 0 virus's!!!
It is safe to log onto or join KOTE Mandos. The problem stems from a number of malicious software incidents on a number of Servage server websites that DO NOT include KOTE Mandos.
This incident IS being looked into and will be resolved asap with normal service on KOTE Mandos returning shortly, I ask all members here that are also members of kotemandos.com or thinking of joining us to please bare with us.

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I've got a thread here:


That'll help you. Sintra is the best easiest material to work with, I should know as I use it to make all the armour for people with. Some, such as Noval; make armour from metal plates and whilst this is very good it's a lot harder to work with.

There's also a few threads on kotemandos.com that could help you.

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I'll see what I can come up with for that. In the mean time here's another (I've waaay to much spare time!!)

Roasting Jedi by a Temple fire,
Blaster bolts nipping past your nose,
Williams themes being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like armoured clones.

Everybody knows a robe and lightsaber,
Help bring Vader to your life.
Tiny Jawa with their eyes all aglow,
Will find it hard to steal tonight.

They all know the Sith is on his way;
With loads of troops and battleships .
And every Star Wars child is going to spy,
To see if Mandos really fly.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To fans from one to ninety-two,
Although its been said many times, many ways,
May The Force Be' With You

These are Custom Earcaps designed by The Dented Helmets's Stormrider (Mason) from moulds now owned by KOTE Mandos. These are ideally suited for Mandalorian Supercommando costumers looking to be a little different from the normal RF Array seen on Boba and Jango Fett. Highly detailed and ready to paint, they fit all known movie sized helmets (some modification maybe need for use with helmets that have moulded on earcaps)

There are three kits:

Kit A: £15 - Standard Left and Right configuration, with a 1 or 2 piece upper left. A keyslot sized greeble to use in the rear, or to cut up to further customise your helmet.

Kit B: £20 - Everything in kit A + The three piece Left (So you get two sets for the left) + 2 more full length greebles for further customisation and tooling

Kit C: £30 - Everything pictured (Not the helmet!). The inclusion of pre-customised ear pieces and a 'short' left earcap that will go with the 'short wave radio antenna upper (Not shown).

Additions: £5 - Short wave Radio Antenna. It will fit on ANY helmet earpiece. Its a scaled 2ghz antenna, with a ergonomic base that fits on the lip of the upper piece.

Postage is recorded (signed for) delivery within the UK £3, Outside the UK pm and I'll check on the price.


The helmet is used as an example to show you what they finished items can look like attached, and as such is not included. These detailed modifications to your Mando helmets ARE accepted by kotemandos.com. These are being produced and sent out by Mojo-Fett.

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A great addition to any Mando's helmet.


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Here's another I wrote based upon that famous Christmas classic by Slade:

Merry KOTEmas Everybody by TK19-12-1-4-5 (TK-Slade)

You have to grab the Jedi by the head
And then you pull the trigger till he's dead
Does he have a bright blue saber?
Can he push you from afar?
When you shoot him will he be one with the force?

So here it is merry trooping
Everybody's having fun
Look to the troopers now
The blastin's just begun

Are you waiting for the troopers to arrive?
Are you sure you got the room to spare inside?
Does your Jedi always tell ya that the old ways are the best?
Then he's up and blastin temples with the rest

So here it is merry trooping
Everybody's having fun
Look to the troopers now
The blastin's just begun

What will your Dark Lord do
When he sees your troopers fightin' in Star Wars?
Ah ah

Are you hanging up a blaster by your door?
Are you hoping that the sabers will not fall?
Do you ride down to the Temple, with a blaster that you made?
When Jedi take your head off then you've been Slade

Chorus (3x)
So here it is merry trooping
Everybody's having fun
Look to the trooper now
The blastin's just begun

So here it is merry KOTEmas
The Knights having fun
Look to the future now
The blastin's just begun


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Been a while since I posted (hope everyone is doing okay and looking forward to Christmas in... eeek! 13 days!!!! Anyway, here's a little Star Wars Festive song I created that I thought you might enjoy...

Star Wars Records are proud to present a selection of festive Sithmas songs to get you in the mood for this time of year.

Darth Crosby: Dark Sithmas
Cliff Richard: The Millennium Falcon Prayer
Boba Mathis: When A Dark Lord Is Born
Dana Vader: It's Gonna Be A Cold Cold Sithmas for Jedi
Jabba McCartney: Wonderful Sithmas Time
TK Wilde & Grand Moff Smith: Blastin' Around The Sithtmas Tree

And of course no Sithmas albulm is complete with everyone's favourate....



Sith bells ring, are you listening,
on the bridge, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
we're happy tonight,
shooting all the Jedi in the head.

Gone away is the old guard,
here to stay is a new guard
The Clones sing a song,
as we go along,
shooting all the Jedi in the head.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Palpatine
He'll say: Order 66 Commander.
And we'll say: Yes sir!
We will do it at the time.

Later on, we'll conspire,
as we dream by Temple fire
To face unafraid,
the plans that Sith made,
shooting all the Jedi in the head.

Sith bells ring, are you listening,
on the bridge, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
we're happy tonight,
shooting all the Jedi in the head.

Gone away is the old guard,
here to stay is a new guard
The Clones sing a song,
as we go along,
shooting all the Jedi in the head.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
and pretend that he is Jedi Master Kloon
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman,
until the troopers come and knock him down.

When it snows, ain't it thrilling,
Though your nose gets a chilling
Don your armour and play, the Imperial way,
shooting all the Jedi in the head.

Shooting all the Jedi in the head,
shooting all the Jedi in the head.

*Tracks are available to download to your Apple Holopod for only 99.98 Imperial Credits.
Merry Sithmas

mand'alor1 wrote:

I wonder if modern Mandos having shock trooper armor is due to their creators basically copying the Boba and Jango armor, giving it a different color and the person inside a different name.

Not 100% accurate, yes to a degree that is true - there are those who are fans of Boba and/or Jango who have based their costumes on their armour as seen in the films (myself included) however there is established Canon material that clearly shows that modern era Mandos (those from 1000yrs BBY to at least 150yrs ABY) wear that style of armour, often with only a different colour and weapons carried to distinguish themselves from their movie brethren.

These Canon sources include:

Jango Fett: Open Seasons
Jango Fett: Bounty Hunter
Republic Commando: Hard Contact
Republic Commando: Triple Zero
Republic Commando: True Colours
Republic Commando: Order 66
Boba Fett: A Practical Man
Legacy Of The Force: Bloodlines
Legacy Of The Force: Sacrifice
Legacy Of The Force: Revelations
Legacy Of The Force: Invincible
Twin Engines Of Destruction
Clone Wars: Volume 6 - On The Fields Of Battle: Forever Young
Marvel Star Wars 68 - 69, 99 - 101, 107

ALL the above show Mando's wearing Boba/Jango stlye armour, so it's not that surprising (or a shame) that most people choose to wear/make a variant of it.

As is mine...


The silver markings on my chest plates, the trim around my T-visor and the weathering were all painted with the above techniques, so no I don't think you should repaint. Just take your time and sooner or later you'll look at a piece of plastic or fibreglass and think "Wow! That really does look like it's metal!"

Sorry Regimas, not trying to hijack your thread, just show an example of what I've been trying to describe.

Assuming that the item being painted is already primed (I use a grey primer on the armour I paint) then first paint the area with a dull silver (I use Games Workshop's Boltgun Metal) then apply a lighter silver over the top (I use Games Workshop's Chainmail) BUT don't paint completely over the top of the original dull silver, leave some of the dull silver visible around the edges, this gives that worn metal with fresh scratches look. Then you can wash with various black and brown inks for that aged/dirty look.
It sounds complicated at first but it's pretty straight forward and with some practice you can achieve a top notch look, I've managed to "fool" a fair few people into believing plastic was metal (until they touch it anyway) using that technique. It's a variation on "highlighting" used for painting miniatures if that helps any.

Another way to achieve similar results but on a larger scale (such as entire armour plates) is to use Rub'n Buff Silver then give it several layers of brown and black ink washes as seen on some armour I painted here:


regimas wrote:
Orthar wrote:

What's that on the side of your knee? And why no visor?

Its a gun. some mandalorians have them.

and it wont make me buy a visor any faster if you keep telling me too. moneys tight, and im working on it. kinda trying to....you know...get a car ....maybe.....

yikes!!! lol. Car-schmar! Use a jetpack like all respectable Mando's do! lol, Okay, no pestering about the visor!... for now!  tongue

I thought it might be a gun but it seemed a little low down, you'd have to either bend down to reach it or bend your leg up to be able to draw. Either way not exactly a quick draw! That's why I asked.
I like the fingerless gloves, very reminiscent of Montross. I don't know how feasible this would be for you (guess it depends upon how confident you are about sewing), but you may find having the short outer sleeve on your flightsuit will give you some place for the pipe from your gauntlet to go into that doesn't move any piece of armour it shouldn't (it also seems to stop people from trying to see where it is attached! - weird but true)
Excellent progress so far though, I like what I'm seeing. Are you (or have you) fibreglassing the gauntlets? (hard to tell for certain from the colour of them in the picture).
Oh and I'd turn the belt around so that the buckle sits at the back, just my opinion. Keep it up and let us know how your girlfriends armour is getting on.

Edit: Can I just state for the record, that I am not having a dig at anyone's costume, far from it. I delight in seeing what others produce for their costumes and how they adapt to problems they encounter. I also try not to come across as snobbish or with a superior attitude. I realise that not everyone has access the the same materials or funds and so may have to use different items or adapt things. None of that matters to me, I offer my advice and people are free to take it or leave it as they wish, I will not be offended. 
My apologies to Regimas if my comments about the visor on this thread have appeared repetitive and/or annoying. Between here, KOTE Mandos, TDH and the others, I genuinely loose track of who I've said what to and when.
By the way, thanks for the comment on my reputation Regimas, I understand what you mean and hope you can understand my desire to see everyone in the same league - even if I can sometimes come across as a little.. irritating.

What's that on the side of your knee? And why no visor?


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You'll no doubt need to reinforce it using a craft ring around the base, that'll give it the correct flair AND stop it from warping further. Don't forget to add a full T visor to it and to sand off the moulded Lucas logo and awful paint job. Oh.. and never EVER keep it in sunlight.... Like Gremlins it'll melt if it get too hot!


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Currently KOTE Mandos is experiencing a large number of Spam Bots attempting to register as members of the board. Whilst this is little more then an annoyance (they are not a threat and they get deleted BEFORE they can access the forums) there is the possibility that innocent attempts to register by actual people may get lost in the daily deletions of membership requests I get.
Should any member of BFFC wish to sign up to KOTE Mandos then I strongly suggest you pm contact here on BFFC to tell me the username and email addy you wish to log on with - This way I will know to look out for you and not purge you with all the flotsam.
KOTE Mandos security will soon be updated so as to make this problem little more then a footnote in the boards history but until then I ask that you bare with me. - Thanks.

How long have I been a fan of Star Wars?.... Since the beginning...

Kelborn wrote:

And if you are a millionaire!  tongue big_smile

lol I never charge THAT much... a few hundred thousand maybe... but never a million big_smile

Very nice. Are you going to add anything to the top of the backplate? You look a little exposed there. Personally I think the rifle looks too much like a modern shotgun, but that's just my opinion; don't let that discourage you.

Werda Verd: There are people out there that will make top quality armour for you if you know where to look... wink