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[corellianhounds]

Concept art for the Klatooinian bandit camp, The Mandalorian Chapter 4, art by Jama Jurabaev

[burnwater13]

Grogu standing on the ground within the krill farming collective on Sorgan while the children around him throw him krill to chase and eat. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 4, Sanctuary. Calendar from DataWorks.

Grogu was surprised when he looked at the calendar and realized that it had been almost a year since he and his dad had been on Sorgan. He wondered if he could talk the bounty hunter into going back for a visit. You know. For old time’s sake? Maybe? 

If that didn’t work he’d ask if they could make a food run. He’d been really craving those blue krill. Every time he turned around someone was drinking spotchka and he actually knew where it was made and who made it. They should go back and see how Sorgan was thriving after helping them get rid of those Klatooinian Raiders. Right?

He had enjoyed the small amount of time they had spent there. The kids were a lot of fun. The adults didn’t care how many frogs or krill he ate. There were lots of ponds to hang out near, because that’s where the frogs and the krill were. He even remembered the lady at the tavern who was so kind to them. It was nice to have new memories that were so filled with fondness and humor. Even watching his Dad and Marshal Dune ‘meet’ each other for the first time was a funny memory that Grogu enjoyed revisiting.

He decided to spend the day sketching scenes that he recalled from the time they were there. Sketching Winta with her mom was easy. The tavern keeper scolding the mean Loth cat had been sweet revenge (the Loth cat was slinking away with its tail between its legs). The overview of the krill farming collective was complicated and really challenged him, but he was satisfied that he got the round houses and the layout of the trapezoidal ponds correct, which was important to him. He found the sketch of him eating the frog the most challenging. 

He tried just doing it without looking in a mirror or in his case, the shiny surface of the thigh protector his had removed from his second layer to clean and polish. Grogu had thought his dad was imagining the dirt on the beskar until he got too frustrated with drawing himself without looking at himself. Then he took the thigh protector from his dad’s work bench and propped it up against a the window in the front room because he was sitting at the table they did everything at to sketch. 

That was a disappointment for a whole variety of reasons. First and foremost was the utter lack of good light for sketching, because now he was blocking it with the armor. Then, when he propped the thigh protector against the back of his dad’s chair and the edge of the table, he had better light, except that now he was creating a shadow over his sketch pad. Uff. Then he moved the things until he had the right light and no shadows on his paper and the thigh protector was secure.

(Uff, you could only drop it so many times before a Mandalorian got suspicious and walked out of the fresher in just a towel and a helmet to find out what was making that sort of racket! Grogu had fixed things quickly and told his dad it must have been a steelpecker dropping stuff at the landfill. Grogu was glad that his dad bought that explanation and went back to finish his shower. Suds had started dripping down from under the Mandalorian’s helmet and the only person who was going to get in trouble for that was Grogu.)

Once he had everything the way he wanted it, Grogu was faced with another stumbling block. He didn’t really look like that, did he? Huge ears. Giant bulging eyes. A practically non-existent chin. And he was so… so… round! When he looked down at himself he saw a lean, not a bit of fat on him, Jedi, with the serious look that all Mandalorians wore under their helmets. But not this guy! This guy had a grin that stretched forever. How the heck could he look like that! People said that when you did a self portrait you had to be prepared for both the good and the bad. They didn’t say, ‘Hey, kid! It’s all bad. Don’t do it! It will break your heart!’. 

Grogu was about to put everything away, he was so annoyed at the image he saw, when he dad came over to see what he was up to.

“That’s where that thigh protector got to. Buddy, you can’t use this as a mirror. It’s curved and dirty. It’s going to distort everything. I have a small mirror you can use. I’ll get it for you and you won’t need to drop my armor on the floor again.”

Dank Farrik! Mandalorians knew everything! Or was that just a dad thing? Grogu didn’t know, but he appreciated his dad bringing him the mirror and he promised to help him with cleaning the armor since dropping it on the floor hadn’t made it any cleaner. 

“That’s okay, pal. Use this instead and we’ll call it even.” His dad was chuckling when he handed Grogu the mirror. Grogu looked at his hands as he adjusted it and realized that his dad just didn’t want all the charcoal dust to get on any more of his armor. Very funny. 

Grogu took a deep breath and looked into the mirror. He let his eyes really see the image presented. The skin tone. The shape of his nose. The tiny white hairs that populated his head and his ears (to some extent) and the round, slightly greenish-pink, pinkish-green cheeks that the librarian at the the Jedi Temple had pinched so often. He let his breath out slowly and began to sketch. 

He went slow, took breaks, and continued to use deep breaths and long, long soft sighs to help keep him calm and centered. It was important to find the joy in the thing you were doing when you were doing it according to Master Beq. Grogu knew his teacher was correct when he finally finished the sketch. It was a thing of beauty. The proportions and scale and contours were perfect. The composition was exactly as it should be. The details! Oh, the details had been so hard to get just right, but he’d used the Force to help him search for those memories and study them carefully so he would do that memory justice. 

When he was done he put done his tools and sat back and just admired what he’d accomplished. It was a masterpiece and he wasn’t too humble to admit that it was his best work to date. It made him very happy. 

“That’s what you were sketching? The time on Sorgan when you had the frog in your mouth and the kids were all screaming about it?”

“Yup.” Grogu was very proud of that moment as any Jedi would have been. A Mandalorian would never understand how to eat frogs properly.

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

Actually can’t get over the fact that teal (or bluish-green) is supposed to mean “peace” to Mandalorians… and Sorgan was the most teal drenched place Din and Grogu ever visited… you can hear the poem, right?

[mystarwarsthoughts]

Star Wars Chat Pack: Would you rather live on a city world or a rural planet?

Welcome to day 4 of my NaBloPloMo (National Blog Posting Month) Challenge, in which I post an answer every day in November to a question from the Star Wars Chat Pack. Today’s question: Would you rather live on a planet that is one big city, like Coruscant, or a wild planet with only a few settlements, like Sorgan? The city-world of Coruscant The village on Sorgan First, I had to look up the…

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[mightystargazer]

A Sorgan frog (a species of one-eyed frogs named for the forest planet Sorgan) I knitted last year for my Mamalorian cosplay for #scifiworld. . . . #mandalorian #sorgan #sorganfrog #frog #alien #alienlife #amigurumilove #amigurumi #amigurumitoy #amigurumiaddict #amigurumilicious #amigurumist #knit #knitting #knittersofinstagram #crafts #crafty #knithacker @knithacker #threadart #miniaturecrochet #miniature #miniatureworld https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp3jElDKJwx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[burnwater13]

Sorgan was a pretty planet and Grogu thought it was a nice place to visit but when Din admitted that he had wanted to leave Grogu there, Grogu was not happy with the Mandalorian. Sure the kids were fun and the frogs were plentiful, but that didn’t mean that they should break up their partnership. Did it?

Grogu didn’t know why the Mandalorian hadn’t realized that bounty hunters and Imps and bad people would go to any length to find him and try to use him for what ever purpose they had in mind. After all, Din didn’t collect Grogu from the Imps. He collected him for the Imps. 

Why did the Nikto gang have him to begin with? Because he was special and some how they had figured it out. Grogu wondered if it was because he had healed one of them accidentally and they worked it out. Or if they just figured that whatever the Imps had must be valuable. It didn’t really matter. They had him and it took the Mandalorian to collect him. 

To Grogu that meant everything. Even when Din gave him to the Client and Doctor ‘This won’t hurt too much’, Grogu knew the Mandalorian would be coming back to collect him. Sometimes you just knew who your friends were even when you’d only met them that one time, or even the first time you met them. Grogu knew that about the Mandalorian.

He supposed that’s why the Mandalorian was hopeful that they could stay… well Grogu could stay on Sorgan. The people at the collective and in the town were friendly. They were helpful. They didn’t judge a Mandalorian by his armor, at least not entirely. 

Din Djarin thought he had to go right back to bounty hunting. Grogu supposed it would be for a good cause. The New Republic and the old Empire had created a lot of foundlings. For everyone, not just the Mandalorians. Those children needed a protector too. They needed someone to rescue them for all the stuff their parents hadn’t been able to help with no matter how hard they tried, or even if they hadn’t tried. 

Grogu couldn’t imagine what kind of responsibility that was. To have to raise children. To teach them the rules. To help them with daily activities like dressing, eating, and mech maintenance. Well, Din Djarin wouldn’t be teaching that course, but other parents did. They taught their children everything they knew and then found people to teach them the rest. Wow, that was a big job. 

No wonder the Jedi had been so against attachment. If every student they taught, every youngling and padawan, had been as difficult to manage as he had been, well, no wonder they accepted that they couldn’t do it all. But the Mandalorian had made a very promising start. And Grogu had liked that.  

Broth, friends, frogs, a roof over their heads. Sorgan had been a huge step up from other places Grogu had been, although it was not as technologically advanced as Coruscant. But Coruscant didn’t have anything like krill ponds, grass, or trees. In the Temple’s arboretum, sure, but any where else? Nope. 

But even if the planet had been covered with frogs and broth flowed out of the ground and no one was trying to steal him, Grogu would pick the sterile metal environment of the Razor Crest over Sorgan or Coruscant every time if it meant staying with the Mandalorian. After all that’s what partners do, right? If not partners, then family. Din was part of Grogu’s life now whether he liked it or not. But Grogu was pretty sure the Mandalorian liked it. It was a challenge and he liked a challenge.

[burnwater13]

Grogu knew that one of the big problems with an Empire that stripped resources from countless planets and turned those materials into weapons was that you would find those weapons almost anywhere.

How Sorgan, a peaceful, green, agrarian planet, had even ended up with an AT-ST on it was a mystery to him. The people he’d met certainly had no use for it. But the people who threatened them with it certainly had a purpose. They wanted to steal stuff. But what stuff were they actually stealing?

Sorgan was a big planet with a small population by all accounts. If the folks with the AT-ST wanted to work, it seemed to Grogu that they had plenty of land to go around. They could be farmers. Or craftspeople or anything like that. But they chose to be bullies.

But being a bully was a lot of work. The instant you let your guard down the people you bullied had a chance to get away. Or organize. Which is exactly what the folks from the farming collective did as soon as they heard that a Mandalorian had landed on the planet. 

That had been interesting. Sorgan didn’t seem to have a lot of technology to hand. After all, they farmed little shrimp critters called krill. Were they shrimp or fish? Grogu didn’t know. But whatever they were, that stuff got turned into Spotchka. A blue drink. All the locals drank it.

The Mandalorian didn’t let Grogu try the Spotchka, although he had some. Grogu was disappointed with that. The Spotchka was a fascinating color blue, like the critters it was made from. He liked blue foods. He didn’t know why; he just did.

But they had found out about Din Djarin and Grogu had to smile at that. The Mandalorian really didn’t like being ‘found’. He much rather be the person doing the finding. 

They traveled to the collective and that was pretty fun. The People there were nice. They had a lot of young humans there which was good from Grogu’s perspective. Young humans tended to be smaller and that made it a lot easier for him to interact with them. They liked to run around and place games, another good thing.

The Mandalorian was good about making sure he was fed and had enough sleep and stuff like that. He’d saved him from the Imps and that made a huge difference to Grogu’s quality of life. But, if living with a Mandalorian had one draw back, it was the fact that they didn’t seem to play very much. They were very serious, purposeful people. Which, in Grogu’s opinion, caused them to miss out on some of the finer things in life. Like chasing frogs.

Sorgan had a one eyed frog, called the Sorgan frog (very imaginative). They were blue like the rest of the critters. They were also plentiful and tasty. The kids that it was fun to run after them. Grogu had to agree. But they weren’t as keen on eating them whole as he was. Someone, probably Winta, complained that they were still alive! Yup. They were. They aren’t anymore.

The Mandalorian didn’t do stuff like that. On the other hand, he was pretty good at organizing the people to defend themselves against the bullies with the AT-ST. The villagers did the heavy work, but Din Djarin and his new friend, Cara Dune, managed to stop the bullies from raiding the collective. Grogu still didn’t understand what they hoped to gain by attacking it in the first place, but much like the Empire that had left junk around for them to use, it didn’t have to make sense. Greedy people were always motivated by taking more than their fair share. 

Grogu wondered if that’s why the Mandalorian didn’t want to stay on Sorgan. He was afraid that Grogu’s love of the blue frogs would make him become greedy and a bully. Or he just didn’t like all the water there. It took a while to clean after getting all the krill in it. Grogu laughed because it had turned as blue as spotchka for a while. Maybe Din was worried that Grogu would mistake him for a Sorgan frog? 

[newpathwrites]

Another random thought on episode 1:

Bo-Katan tells Din to “go home”.

WHERE IS HIS HOME? He’s been flying around for apparently a year doing who knows what. Where does he stay in between? He can’t just live in his ship anymore, especially with Grogu. Has he been staying at hotels? Or has he set himself up somewhere?

Could he be staying on SORGAN??? That would make my year, honestly!