#cin drallig

[worm-strung-string]

“SHAAK TI SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOU ON KAMINO”

“Agreed I hate it here”

“LEAVE MY GUARDS ALONE”

“After I break one”

Cin Darllig and Alpha-17 beef, Alpha won’t let up on trying to out loom the Temple Guards and Cin refuses to let him break any of the temple armour in the name of “testing antiques”

[totally-correct-star-wars]

Cin Drallig: If there are no questions, we’ll move on to the next part of the lesson. Padawan Obi-Wan: I have a question. Cin: Certainly, Initiate Kenobi. What is it? Obi-Wan: What’s the point of human existence? Cin: I meant any questions about the subject at hand. Obi-Wan: Oh. Obi-Wan: Frankly, I’d like to have the issue resolved before I expend any more energy on this.

[gracielikegrapes]

@kogoeru I SWEAR I WILL LEAVE YOU ALONE

Just a collage of doodles set in the Daughter of Kyber universe ✨️ but not canon just inspired ✨️ 😉😜

DAMN YOU AND YOUR GREAT WORLD BUILDING 👷‍♂️ 👏

Just got the notification for chapter 20 in my email.... will be reading immediately after posting this!

Im sorry for being annoying lol

[twinterrors29]

it's an open secret that Obi-Wan Kenobi is Battlemaster Cin Drallig's illegitimate son, and that that's why Initiate Kenobi spends so much time training in the salles, trying to live up to that legacy (and relish that connection with his only known family member; besides, he really likes lightsaber training)

except somehow, Qui-Gon Jinn has missed this memo

when the man publicly lays into the child at the Initiate's Lightsaber exhibition for 'being too aggressive' and 'focusing on nothing of importance in favor of perfecting his lightsaber technique', Tahl is only the first of many Masters to privately pull him aside and try to smack some sense into him

and let's just say that he finds himself inexplicably at odds with the Battlemaster for the rest of his life

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Cin Drallig, Esteemed Blademaster by Ario Murti

[uchinanchuduckie-draws]

Star Wars - The Silly AU

I thought I'd share a little bit about the other AU I keep mentioning. It all started last year when I asked @artemisdesari-blog, "Would anything have changed if Obi-Wan was female?"

Artemisdesari's response: "I'm not completely convinced Yoda would have chosen Obi-Wan for his fix Qui-Gon crusade if Obi had been a girl. I think he would have been far more aware of the danger he would be putting her on because (for a number of reasons) cultures seem to be more aware of the danger to girls than they do to boys and less eager to put them in that position. It would be an interesting thing to explore, and I have seen it done. Thought provoking too since the vast majority if Jedi we see are male presenting."

The conclusion was that Cin Drallig would have taken Obi-Wan on as his padawan and she would have been much happier and healthier. It then veered into a lot of silly ideas because Obi-Wan had a more stable master and support system. This allowed for a more lighthearted AU where Obi-Wan and everyone, really, has a better life. Thus the Silly AU was born.

I'll be posting sketches and Artemisdesari will be posting some of the stories written for this AU. We hope you enjoy it!

[jedifallensurvivor]

Jedi High Council with their apprentices and masters (22 BBY)

[nawilla]

Fic Excerpt: Cin has a Project and Slo Min went on an adventure.

Hello, here's another excerpt from the cold weather fic I'm working on. The Jedi Temple is experiencing unusually cold weather. Slo Min is the Jedi tavern keeper and has been for a VERY long time.

Special thanks to @roosjem whose wonderful fics introduced me to the concept of Little Keldabe, which I have used. (Roosjem assured me it was a common concept in Mandalorian fic, but I thank and credit them anyway).

Also special thanks to @kogeru and @ironborealis who assisted with the Mandalorian language and terminology.

* * *

Across the room, Slo Min shook his head at the pair of old men laughing and flirting like teenagers.  It wasn’t often he got to use the special cups on those who would appreciate them.

It was the quiet part of the afternoon, when the tavern catered to mostly older people, nocturnal and night shift Jedi just waking up and the occasional patron coming in for a drink at a time of day when most people shouldn’t be drinking.  Yesterday he had a young knight come in at this time, his whole body trembling, his mind in turmoil and soot and holes burned into his robe.

The young knight had asked for whiskey.

He had served him a Master Silvanus and when he was little steadier, a hot meal.

He had found a message on his comm this morning that simply said thank you.

He had been working at the bar long enough to know when alcohol was needed and when it was not.

The bell jingled and he reached under the bar for a deep black, glass bottle without looking to see who had come in.  The newcomer walked right up to him, eyeing the bottle curiously.

“Is that it?”

“Indeed it is, Battlemaster Drallig.”  Slo Min held up the bottle like a sommelier, letting Cin read the label.

“Jen-et Sen-sia?”  Cin sounded it out slowly.  “Vodka?”

“Genet Sen’cya,” Slo Min corrected.  “That’s the brand name for it.  The Mandalorians call it a dral tihaar, but most mixologists and those in the industry classify and market it as Mandalorian vodka in the Republic.”

Cin peered at the bottle.  The label was entirely in Mandalorian but a tag had been attached with information in Basic as required by law on Coruscant.  The label did call it a vodka.  “And this is the good stuff?”

“Top shelf,” Slo Min confirmed as he put the bottle down on the bar.  “Better than that rotgut you were using.”

Cin held up his hands.  “I used what we had on hand.”

Slo Min crossed his arms and stared him down.

Cin Drallig, Battlemaster of the Jedi Order, managed to look contrite. 

“You should have come to me,” Slo Min told him.

“I know.  But we weren’t even sure if it would work.”

Slo Min did not look appeased.  “You should have come to me from the start, not used subpar alcohol and hoped for the best.  You want the best, you need the best.”

Cin peered at the bottle dubiously.  “Why is this tihaar the best?”

“Dral tihaar,” Slo Min corrected.  “Bu it’s the specific brand that is key.  There is in fact dral tihaar that is terrible.  Genet Sen’cya is top shelf and highly prized by Mandalorian warriors because it is very carefully distilled to remove the impurities that exacerbate hangovers.  Genet Sen’cya is the vodka for the warrior that needs to fight tomorrow.”

Cin nodded.  “Well, that’s just what the healer ordered.  How many did you get?  Two?  Three?”

Slo Min tsked at him.  “I bought a whole case.  I wasn’t going all the way to Little Keldabe for anything less.”

Cin’s eyes bugged out of his head.  “You went into Little Keldabe?  By yourself?”

Slo Min looked pointedly at the Koorivar who was rolling utensils in napkins at the far end of the bar.  “You didn’t think I’d make Leeza go with me, do you?”

Leeza looked slightly alarmed.

“No, I thought if you ever had to go you would take some young knights for protection.”

Slo Min rolled his eyes.  “One does not go into Little Keldabe escorted by a detail of Jedi Knights unless one is trying to start trouble.”  He shrugged.  “It was fine.  I was fine.  The dral tihaar was fine.”

“Slo Min.”  Cin looked uncomfortable.  “You’re associated with the Jedi.  That’s dangerous in Little Keldabe.”

“I’m the tavern keeper.  The barkeep.  They deal with me in that capacity.”

“Slo Min, you’ve been on the holonews programs as the Jedi tavern keeper.”

“Yes, I know,” Slo Min nodded.  “As I’ve done before.  And the purveyors in the shop recognized me because people in the industry watch such things and I’ve been recognized there before.”  He gave Cin a patient look.  “I was praised for coming to buy real liquor and not the watered-down ale those soulless swordsman drink.”  He sniffed.  “I didn’t mention that I used to be one of the monks brewing beer for swordsman and non-swordsman alike.” 

Cin only looked slightly relieved.  “That’s probably for the best.”  He sighed.  “How much do I owe you?”

Slo Min picked up a tab pad, typed into it, and handed it over to Cin to swipe his credit chip. 

The Battlemaster peered at the screen.  “Hmm, not terrible for a case I guess.”

“I bought the case for the bar.  That’s for the two bottles you requested.”

Cin made a choking sound.

“The ten percent markup is required by law,” Slo Min explained.  “I did not charge you for the trip to Little Keldabe.”

Cin nodded grimly.  “Did you include a retail markup?”

“No.  I bought it as retail in Little Keldabe.  Which is still cheaper than getting it from a wholesaler who bought it as retail in Little Keldabe.”  He put the second bottle next to the first and opened a bag with padded slots to cradle both of them.  “Republic wholesalers have trouble importing it.  Mandalorians have better connections.”

“Of course they do.”  Cin frowned at thebottles and their indecipherable script.  “Are you sure this is going to work?”

“No,” Slo Min admitted.  “But if your rotgut did, this will work better.  It’s been a long time, but it has before.”

Cin looked between the bottles and the barkeep, uncertain. 

“If it doesn’t, I’ll refund the unopened bottle,” Slo Min reassured him.  “You’ll need the rest of the open one to drown your sorrows.”

“I hope this will be enough.”

Slo Min chuckled, pointing at the Basic label.  “It’s eighty proof.  A little goes a long way.”

“I should,” Cin sighed.  “Is there anything else I need?”

“Tonic water,” Slo Min told him.  “Sweet lemon id you have it.”

“Is that how Mandalorians drink it?”

“No, it’s traditionally chilled, often in an airlock, and drunk neat.”

Cin scanned his chip and handed back the tab pad before taking the bag.  “I can get that at Stores.  Thank you, Slo Min.”  He put on a hopeful face.  “Cheers!”

“Bottoms up!” Slo Min replied cheerfully as Cin headed out.  He shook his head after him, then glanced down at the tab pad.  “Good tip.”

Leeza looked at him curiously.  “What does he need that much top shelf vodka for?”

Slo Min looked her in the eye.  “Cin’s cooking up something special.  Don’t worry about it.”  He looked up to see Monti giving him a narrow-eyed stare.  Bes looked mystified.  “Don’t you worry about it either,” he called, making a shooing motion at Monti.

Monti pointedly looked at the new, black bottle of Genet Sen’cya on the shelf high above the bar, then slowly turned back to Bes. 

“We’ll have to come back later for the good stuff when I’m not teaching.”

Bes brightened.  “You want to go out again?”

Cautiously, making his movements clear, Monti laid his hand on Bes’s own.  He knew the Kiffar was only moderately psychometric, but it was considered rude to touch a Kiffar’s skin casually and without warning.

“Yes, Bes.  I want to go out again with you.  I want to stay in with you too.”

“Me too.”

“We’ll keep each other warm.”

Bes chuckled.  “Good.”  He gave Monti a shy look.  “I could come to your place if you don’t want to visit us Southies.”

“Hell, no.  The Master’s Tower is a damn ice box this week.”

Bes glanced back at the black bottle that had so fascinated Monti.  “At least the vodka won’t freeze.”

Monti cracked up.

So did Slo Min.