Reality of what the Star Wars Actors Guild 77 (SWAG77) does. Notice who LIKES the post? THE MANDA'LOR AND FOUNDER OF THE MANDALORIAN MERCS! We have no reason to lie.
Pass this on: That little bounty hunter, that's Gar Saxon's and Rook Kast's daughter. You can tell and it is DEFINITELY NOT ME - I'm not THAT thin. Besides, those two would be lame enough to join up with the Black Sun for dirty jobs. Sellouts. The girl cuts her hair like a Falleen, too.
Good points.
Don’t know where you get the parentage, though :-)
Can people do simple MATH here? This chick is NOT BO-KATAN @bokatan77
The bounty hunter is my age -- 17 years old.
Commander Bo-Katan is ~30-something years old.
This bounty hunter shashays around to make her hits. Commander Bo-Katan is strict by the books, and while she can do infantry and special forces, I know she prefers fleet with Mandal Aeronautics. Like getting our big ships back that can fight Star Destroyers.
These di’kuts need to understand, this is not no Commander Bo-Katan. She doesn’t hunt. She kills.
(This fanfic piece is set before this one. Please read it and talk to me).
Star Wars: Truth and Trudge - Shadow Commander
Bo-Katan sits at her station as her hands race across the holoscreen. On a hunch, she hacks the holofeeds of Coruscant and pinpoints the next move of the Jedi. She grits her teeth to discover that a Jedi bombed the temple and was on trial by the Republic Military courts. That information was old news. She moves the icons across the screen to search for new parameters: intelligence for the Mandalorian Death Watch to fight Darth Maul. She closes her eyes as images sear her mind of Maul decapitating her commander, Pre Viszla to destroy the Death Watch. She was trained to suppress her grief as images of her escape from Maul’s kill order as her fingers fluster along the holoscreen. “Only eight lives survived to pass on the true to the ideals of Mandalorians. No outsider rules Mandalore,” she reminds herself, but reports of his treachery seem to have vanished from her hacked holofeeds. “Maul does not vanish. He’s a lying sack of osik.”
The data flows down then sideways on the holoscreen with blue and orange colors to alert in changes to the hacked feed. She sifts through the information to find the gems of intelligence buried in the mass data stream. Bo-Katan is one of the best hackers of ultra-secure encryption holonetworks. Her former commander, Pre Viszla made sure that her training included analysis of complex 3D holographic structures faster than droid culls. Her memories of his teachings echo in her mind and give her the sole motivation to find Maul and save Mandalore. She had to keep haste to report her conclusions to her superiors to plan for battle. Her hopes lied with her return to the battlefield. An alert beeps her back into focus from the feed chatter, she filters data to finish her work. Hacking the HoloNet never satiates her need to be a warrior and contribute to the Mandalorian cause and culture: Mandalore for Mandalorians. But her orders were the pursuit of the mission based on the feed data. That decision was ordered by her new commander, Lorka Gedyc.
Commander Lorka Gedyc was a tall man and a decade older than Bo-Katan. His chiseled facial features were too handsome and clean for a Mandalorian male. Most Mandalorian men had facial scars and contusions from battle. Lorka was a “pretty” man, well-groomed, no visible scars. His childhood was murky to the Mandalorians, but he knew all the Mandalorian customs and the language. The Mandalorian top brass seemed to accept him as he rose the ranks of Death Watch.
He strides down the corridor were thought sexy by most women, but his movements were not Mandalorian, they were delicate and prim. Mandalorian men are rough and rugged. Lorka Gedyc’s movements glided like a ballet dance. Then, there were rumors most of his training took place on Prefsbelt IV, a harsh terrain planet for the Republic Naval Academy. His training included special operations with advanced weaponry and ships. His regiment was not…Mandalorian. Only core planet citizens were trained like him. Other rumors included his alias, Nehaat Ovair of the famed Jedi Masters and Naval family, the Ovairs. Of course, distant relatives once removed from the Mandalorian traits, which include commitment to the clans and children. But somehow, Lorka Gedyc was Death Watch and apparently his background did not matter if he was admixture of Mandalorian, Jedi or Republic military. In any case, the top brass gave him a new kind of capital class starship in which he commanded, complete with complements, turbo lasers and missiles. He also had a network with criminal syndicates and the Republic military. With Pre Viszla’s death, Lorka Gedyc’s ship was the base operations for missions and campaigns called “Mandalorian Enduring Freedom”.
He smiles at the soldiers who were mostly female, but his pleasured gaze was focused on Bo-Katan. He gave her refuge on his ship after Darth Maul’s coup on Mandalore. With Lorka Gedyc’s ship, Darth Maul could be defeated and she could protect her sister, Satine Kryze. But, Darth Maul killed her in front of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and no capital starship could save Mandalore from anarchy of a Mandalorian civil war. Lorka and his expertise could civilize Mandalorians as a show of strength to the galaxy that emphasizes no outsiders will enter Mandalorian sector space. He watches Bo-Katan with admiration as she finishes her report. He stands a distance as he holds a chit chat to of the many fawning women who gaze deeply in his blue-green eyes, which is another unique feature about him.
Earlier her face twists with her disgust of his non-Mandalorian-Outsider walk. She mumbles to herself that he has not been battle-tested like her in the Clone Wars. Her eye dart upon his smug face, and handsome eyes of arrogance. Her mind speaks volumes. “No preparation, but great battle strategy…in theory…not the same as on the ground.” He flirts with the women, and cajoles the men. The mind of Bo-Katan reels. “Sycophant shebse kissers.” He catches her glare and starts to barrel down the corridor. Immediately she slumps into her chair and straightens her posture.
He meanders his way to her cubicle and leans casually as he folds his arms to stare at her for a long time. “Find anything?” His deep seductive voice is felt at Bo-Katan’s back hairs. He leans his head briefly to break her concentration from her finger movements.
His sexy intonation of his voices startles her. Most Mandalorian male voices are gruff and raspy, something that she loves. But his voice was well-spoken with a tonal pitch that had a dark hidden meaning behind it. His exhale disarms her finger syncopation to filter the basic parameters and commands, which a slump in her posture she addresses him as her superior. Any more than that, and his comments made her more uncomfortable. “Commander, there are small tidbits of information from a security holocams on Coruscant, but as for the significance? I am unsure.” She dares not to look at him. His demeanor was similar to that of a Jedi, but her trained mind says “dar’je’tii or Siit”.
“Hmm? Well. Play the transmission.”
Bo-Katan rewinds to the start point of the transmission and presses the playback button. One human figure appears as a hologram while he speaks to two other figures encased in a ray shield and are unidentifiable.
“I'm not crazy! Please just hear what I have to say. I was framed because I know the truth the truth about a plot, a massive deception. There's a sinister plot in the works against the Jedi. I have proof of it. I can prove that everything that I know is true beyond a shadow of a doubt! The evidence is in here. It's in here. It's in all of us, every clone. Organic chips built into our genetic code to make us do whatever someone wants, even kill the Jedi. The Chancellor will try to kill me. He's in on it! I don't know to what extent. But I know he orchestrated much of this. He told me in the medical bay!”
Bo-Katan looks back at Lorka whose finger is under his nose as his eyes pan back and forth at the hologram. His inhalation heaves as his deep-voice voice strains. “This one here,” he points to the lone image. “He is a clone trooper of the Jango Fett clones on Kamino.” His eyes squint as his big torso reaches across Bo-Katan’s head while his large index finger touches gently on Bo-Katan’s screen to increase the volume. “Did he say, organic chips to control?”
Bo-Katan more disarmed with his body movements and slight tinge of cologne imbalances her thoughts but solidifies her belief that Lorka is not Mandalorian. But the holographic image she saw clearly show an organic mind-control chip and to Mandalorians it was unspeakable. Then it dawns on her, how would Lorka know about the clones? He is not Pre Viszla. She could question Vizsla’s orders and command. The stiff moves by Lorka were icy from an outsider military training. His professional personality and demeanor felt cold. Mandalorian men were friendly and personable, even in battle. Her inner mind spoke, Lorka is not that way. His presence felt distant, unnerving and presumptive. Her intuition yelled at her not to trust him. But his eyes…his deep blue-green eyes flit across the screen as he moves one icon one way to another in a personal conversation that Bo-Katan was not privy. She sees his calculation of the entire scenario. Her mind drifts to more rumors, he would not socialize and carouse at the cantinas like most Mandalorians do. Then she realizes as dread fills her stomach that she fears Lorka.
His voice drifts as his recollection returns and his voice spits sinisterly. “Jango Fett is a Mandalorian despite what Prime Minister Almec says. He is a groveling puppet.”
His remark about Almec prompts her back into reality and invokes an emotion in Lorka not seen before, it was the spat disgust, very typical of Mandalorian men, when they are angry. “Manda KARK tatugire demogolka experiments!” He swooshes flimsies from the desk without touching them.
Caught off guard, Bo-Katan presses another button for recorded holographic data playback. “Another transmission from Serenno. Not sure, but it sounds like Count Dooku. The other voice could not be identified, Sir.”
Another cause your doctors found?
A parasite. Native to Ringo Vinda. Probably in the canteen of water they both shared.
It did cause the inhibitors to decay, once the parasite had taken hold. It is very rare. However, just to be cautious, we have prepared an inoculation for every clone trooper in our army.
Lorka’s eyes flash a tinge of yellow in a sudden rage as his skin reddens and his voice snarls. “Maul was right about one thing, Dooku is a Sith pretender.”
His change in his deep-voice to a more sinister raspy that causes Bo-Katan to jolt from her seat as flimsies fall to the floor. Lorka eyes widen in fear he had frightened her. Her mind squeaks, of how the messenger is killed. Mandalorian male rage was normal on the battlefield, but she was on a starship and there was no place to hide. Her voice barely squeaks her malformed words. “Sir, do you think-think… um connection?” She clears her throat. “You know, between the clones and Dooku?”
Lorka face calms as he rubs back his neck quell his sheepish outburst as he can sense the fear of Bo-Katan. “KRIFFIN’ demagolka experiments on Mandalorians.” He puts his hands on his hips and paces, then kicks the wall. He could no longer conceal his rage. “How am I supposed to save Mandalore when they experiment on my own people? Damn demagolka experiments!”
“Who Sir?” Bo-Katan after a long confusing silence.
“Who else?” He grumbles to find the right word as he spits a litany. “The Jedi? They attacked Mandalore, 700 years before and put this pacifist government which scatters us across the galaxy, and then they let Maul traipse in here to destroy all that we have done for hundreds of years! What do you think ‘NAYC ARUETIISE’ means?”
Bo-Katan watches his eyes flash yellow, then red with rage like Darth Maul’s yellow-red eyes. Unsure if his question was rhetorical, she returns to the hacked holofeed and watches the clone collapse and mumbles jargon. She replays the conversation frame-by-frame to understand, but to no avail. Then she attempts to refocus the conversation. “They killed the clone, sir. Clones that kill clones?” It was all too confusing to her. “Can clones be Mandalorian? And should we save them, Sir?”
Lorka could feel his palms sweat as if energy rose into them to crush metal with telepathy. Then Bo-Katan speaks, her sweet melodious innocent voice sings to him to find his center. He clears his throat as his rage calms and regains suave self-control. “Yes. We save all clones. They are Mandalorian, but they are…dar’manda…lost from our ways. We need to return them to our people and teach them our ways.” He closes his eyes for a moment and reopens them to speak in his deep-sweet-toned voice. “We offer them sanctuary and help them overcome their battles. Do you think you can start that process for me, Lieutenant?”
His surprise answer catches Bo-Katan off-guard as she gazes deep into his blue-green eyes. His eyes, they calm her and compel her follow his orders. She feels glee to send her back into the battlefield. “Yes, Commander. I’ll get right on it.”
He flashes his bright smile and places his hand on her shoulder, gently as he rubs around it. “I know you can. I am counting on you. You’re my little Fem-Mando girl, aren’t you, Lieutenant?” He rises, then straightens his uniform, rolls his shoulders back to stiff stance and confidently strides to the next cubicle to flirt.
Bo-Katan’s stomach winces when she feels his huge hand on her shoulder and then hears his reductive comment. The stench of his words tings through her ears as her brain vomits from his ignorant comment. She can only manage to think the Mandalorian word like “di’kutla”. Her former commander, Pre Vizsla never spoke to her like that. She battled Maul, she fought traitors on Mandalore, and with the Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, and she organized an underground movement. The only reason why she came to Lorka was for his starship. Her mind screams harassment because of her gender. But it is not the first time she has heard of Mandalorians male diminutions. Many female Mandalorians, Fem-Mandos as they are called, would endure it. The unwelcome gropes and condescension. It is the norm for Fem-Mandos. Her hands shake in shock that the Mandalorian Death Watch leader Lorka Gedyc would rip professional abilities from her and she was compelled to welcome it. Her eyes water from the range of emotions wracking her nerves. She manages to press the final few buttons on the computer to organize her reports, which optimized the new mission plan to save the clones. A timed alarm alerts her to another call she had to make. She fixes her hair headband and activates a channel. An old friend and comarade-at-arms, a former medic and now physician. A Fem-Mando filled with strength and hears her sweet professional voice out of her doldrums from Lorka’s microaggression. “Su’cuy Dr. Vidya. How’s Kaliinda Shoals Medical Spacestation? I’ve got a new mission for you.”
Can you tell us 5 things that makes you happy? When you answer this, you can choose to send it to the first 10 people on your activity page. xo
5 Things that make me happy?I guess not being broke is oneHanging with my friendsPlaying an awesome game/ seeing a great movieIce CreamTravelling also makes me super happy, not that i get to very often
are you related to bo katan? your helmet is night owl make.. i was just wondering.
No. Al’vende Bo-Katan (http://BoKatan77.tumblr.com) is my godmother. But not blood. My mother, baaur…err…Doctor Wren, was a Mando’ade adol Kyr’tsad Ca’seenar or Mandalorian Death Watch Nite Owl. My helmet is nite owl eyes, but a True Mandalorian sides (like Boba Fett’s helmet).
