Mlatar Of Mandalore

“𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚛'𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚕'𝚐𝚊𝚖. 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚎'𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚊.” - M’latar when asked about his peoples’ beliefs. VvvvvvvvvvvvMore Info BelowvvvvvvV

Eugh, helmet-hair hits all species who follows the Mandalorian Creed, but for those of us with fur it’s even worse because… Well. I can hardly comb my entire face, now can I?

Sigh. Time to sharpen the arm-blade again. The problem with beskads are that they tend to sometimes *slice into* whetstones unless cared for properly. The problems of handling steel that is too sharp…

“The price matters not when you end up decapitated by Mace Windu.” The Mando would’ve spat had he not worn his helmet, instead he let actions speak by shaking his head. “Dead is dead, and now there is an army of lesser Jango Fetts.”

“It’d be oversized on you!”

“… Fine.”

“Eh, I just don’t like how they managed to convince one of ours to… I don’t know, commercialize our techniques?”

”You know, fighting clones feels strange. Fight one, you’ve fought over 90% of their population, and yet they all insist to be individuals, but yet they claim droids can’t do exactly the same thing. Hrrmh.”

“No, I will not let you wear my helmet.”

Practicing Jetpack rocketry is always fun. But those things are a hassle to re-attach…

Back when he had to do such things, they also used the real thing. It’s why he always remembers to look away when it goes bang.

Best way to train young ones. Mischief!

“Little you is still one of the toughest women I know.” The Mandalorian looked her up and down as if examining her real close. “I’d say top ten. Top five if we exclude those who trained me.”

“Floor paneling? I hope that they bolted that back in place after you lot were done with it.” He chuckled a little at the thought of wielding a big flat chunk of metal to battle clone troopers, but besides his amusement, he was admittedly impressed. “Still… Commandos. Tough.”