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No, Vette, it just means “I love you” in Sith

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Incorrect Quotes Game

Go to this quote generator, enter your characters’ names and have a good laugh

Tagged by @starknstarwars, thanks!

Merkara: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Relu: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Merkara a little bit. Xala, holding Relu's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

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Liran: What's gone wrong, Merkara? Merkara: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis. Liran: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling? Merkara: Well... There’s a crisis.

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Seidala: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes... Seidala: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps. Liran: ...That took an unexpected turn. Merkara: So did their neck.

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Xala, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. Relu: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? Xala: I have depression, what do you think?

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Seidala: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

And tagging @grandninjamasterren, @sassheliosazuras, @sullustangin, @jemichi90, @roguescarlett, @mimabeann, @greyias

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Incorrect Quotes Game

Go to this quote generator, enter your characters’ names and have a good laugh

Tagged by @palepinkycat, thank you!

Merkara: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

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Merkara: I found a note in one of my old docs that said “Note to self: Get revenge on Seidala”. Merkara: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for. Merkara: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it. Seidala: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either. Merkara: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though. Seidala: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it. Merkara: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

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Relu: I just had a long talk with Solaris and Astara about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

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Liran: Don't worry, I've got a few knives up my sleeve. Relu: I think you mean cards. Liran, pulling out knives: I did not.

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Ra’enar: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules. Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

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Relu: We all have our demons. Relu, grabbing Merkara: This one’s mine.

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Xala: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!

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Moranai: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

Tagging @sith-shenanigans, @chokit-pyrus, @chaosandwonder, @chaoticspacefam

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Okay, I think we all know what Merkaras favorite colour is, but what is Relus? And, if you wanna say, what's the others (Xala, Seidala,...)?

Sorry if you've already answered this before-

Relu loves white. No, not because of his lightsaber. First and foremost, white reminds him of his home planet, which is mostly icebergs and snow. And it’s a funny coincidence that he ends up with a white lightsaber after changing three other colors.

Xala likes yellow when she is younger, but she develops a preference for silver over the years. 

Moranai is into all kinds of acid colors. In fact, she dyes her hair bright acid green at one point. 

Seidala prefers deep shades of red, such as mahogany and maroon. 

Ullaira doesn’t care about colors all that much, but she’s impartial to bubblegum pink because that’s the color of her wife’s skin. 

Liran ― charcoal. 

Ishalea ― gold. 

Ra’enar ― metal black. 

Rial ― bright red colors, like ruby and crimson. 

Astara ― orange and pink.

Solaris ― sapphire and black. 

Lua ― green. 

And feel free to ask about others if you want! I have so many of them and this reply is starting to get long. 

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To Seidala: Tell us more about your stepfathers!

When she speaks, her voice is monotonous and apathetic. She sounds bored beyond bearing. 

“Tesag was the first one, I don’t remember him well. He was disdainful toward me and my siblings, ignoring our existence most of the time. He adored mother, but she married him only for his money. My father had been careless with his finances, so mother had to rectify his mistakes. One day we were having a nice family dinner and Tesag started foaming at the mouth and having violent spasms. He fell on the floor, shaking with seizures until he died. Mother didn’t even look his way and told us to keep eating.”

“Then came Aravir, he stayed much longer than others and was the worst of them all. It was just a mutually convenient marriage, he didn’t even share chambers with mother. Nor did he pay attention when she brought her lovers home. But they were comfortable with one another, I saw them fight only once ― when mother hurt his favorite slave without his permission.” 

She pauses, frowning, remembering something she doesn’t want to remember. 

“Other than that, they were having so much fun putting my siblings and me through trials and torture. Until Aravir went into hiding when his former favorite slave became a Dark Councilor. And when his corpse was found later, it was so horribly disfigured that we needed a DNA test to verify his identity.”

“Mother married one of her lovers shortly after. His name was Dzarsi. She seemed to care about him a bit, at least enough to make their dalliance official. He was about ten years younger than her and rather good-looking. I wasn’t there when he died, but I’ve heard that he experienced organ failure that lasted several days. He was in agony until he fell into a coma and expired. They say that it was for no reason, but we all know the reason.”

“Vamon is the only one who managed to outlive mother. He fled when she was killed, fearing that he would be blamed for her death. I have no idea where he is now and I don’t care. If he ever comes back to claim any part of the family inheritance, I’m certain that my siblings can convince the rest of our relatives that he is the murderer. So it’s in his best interest to stay away and keep quiet.”

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Jarai Ijaa, Mando Sith, traitor to her species

I share custody of this child with @sunsetofdoom

Jarai’s story starts long before she is born. A Mandalorian family fights not because they must but because it’s a challenge and their enemy is fierce. But instead of trophies they find an infant, now an orphan. They don’t feel guilty for killing the baby’s parents, but they take her in as their own out of respect for the enemies who gave them a hell of a fight. They name her Dinui, and they raise her to be a warrior.

Dinui doesn’t mind that she’s the only Cathar in her clan. She doesn’t care about her species at all because they’re not the ones who raised her. When she meets other Cathar for the first time, they look at her armor and spit at her feet ― how dare she side with those who have caused her species so much grief! Dinui doesn’t really understand their indignation, nor does she understand them and their ways.

She doesn’t even recognize a mate bond for what it is when she falls in love with a man who doesn’t belong among her people. Her mate grows uncomfortable with her being a Mandalorian, eventually he tries to convince her to leave. It hurts, but it’s not much of a dilemma for Dinui. She walks away and never looks back. She keeps a child from this failed relationship, hoping that at least she is going to have someone to love. 

Dinui names her daughter Jarai. When Jarai is still small, Dinui’s adoptive parents die, giving her all the more reason to cling to her child. Dinui builds her life around Jarai, pours all of her love into her, but she doesn’t get much out of it. She has the worst luck in the galaxy because Jarai turns out to be Force-sensitive. 

Jarai learns to hide her abilities, but she never forgets that she doesn’t belong in her own clan. If she is ever discovered, it won’t matter that she was raised as a true Mandalorian, that she has proven herself worthy of wearing beskar. And she can’t stop feeling like her mother is blaming her for being Force-sensitive as Dinui grows bitter and cold.

Jarai lives in the constant anticipation of shame until a Sith Lord crosses her path. Seidala Vargas is unlike other Sith she has met so far. Seidala is disciplined, honorable, honest. Dinui scrutinizes this stranger for some time and then gives Jarai to her like a piece of property. “Take her,” Dinui pleads, “Teach her.” And Jarai’s fate is decided in a few moments of hesitation. 

Jarai goes along simply because she doesn’t see a better option. Yes, she can be a Sith apprentice if she must, but she won’t exchange her armor for Sith robes. Of course, she can respect her Master, but she would rather recite the Mandalorian Code of Honor than the strange new Sith code. She can learn to fight with a lightsaber, but she doesn’t want power. She has just found a different way to be a warrior.