Vode bal Ruusalore
A\N: I wrote this in about four minutes early one morning, about Atin's early life. I thought of making it last through Order 66, then decided against it. Please be nice if you comment, as this is my first attempt at RC poetry, and one of my first at general poems.
The awesome cover art, "Republic Commando Atin Laseema" is from deviantart. The person who created it's username is FoxbatMit.
Disclaimer: Characters, etc. are the property of LucasBooks and LucasArts (now Walt Disney affiliates). I make no money on this and wrote it purely for my own enjoyment, and hopefully others' enjoyment as well. Mando'a, the secondary language, was created by Karen Traviss. I hope neither mind that I borrowed it.
Mando'a terms:
Ner-my; mine
vode-brothers; friends
Jetiise- Jedi; Republic
shab (in context)- heck
osik-crap
Ruus'alor- sergeant, training or otherwise
Mando'ade- Mandalorians
verde- soldiers; warriors
beskar'gam- Mandalorian armor; literally iron skin
ori'haat (as an oath or a promise)- It's extremely true; I swear it
Kaminiise-Kaminoans
...
Four parts of a whole,
ner heart; ner soul
ner vode; ner pod
Geonosis,
what a nightmare
Vode blood spilled
on lighter sand
Jetiise,
Incompetent
what the shab are they doing?
We aren't white jobs
To be thrown away
At somebody's whim.
Cool down
Udesii time as the Ruus'alore call it
Osik,
I miss ner vode.
Ruus'alor Vau,
I was beaten; scratched
scarred for life
Physically and emotionally.
I would have died
if two others hadn't stepped in.
Skirata; Gilamar nice men,
for Mando'ade; verde
Skirata, short, a brawler
Vau never liked him
Gold beskar'gam, a three sided knife;
his weapons of choice
If Skirata doesn't kill him,
I make this solemn vow, I will
Ori'haat that,
Here and now.
Gilamar and two clones,
vode unknown
help me up;
dust me off.
I can't remember a time I saw
a mote of dust
Float
Through the air
Kaminiise,
Obsessive,
Arrogant
I wouldn't be surprised
If they terminate my life;
In fact,
I'd welcome it.