Bralova Teniir, my Emperor's Wrath, is native to Mandalore, and frequently uses her people's tongue in everyday conversations.
"Shab"="dammit", et al.
This interpretation of Dread Master Styrak, and any further appearances of the Dread Masters, belong to my friend, dread-master-tyrans on Tumblr.
Bralova approached the large Dread Master and sat down next to him. She smiled warmly at him. "Everything alright with you?"
"As alright as it could be for me," Styrak replied quietly.
"I heard you and Brontes are starting to work things out."
"We are."
She still didn't like the Tentacle Lady, but she was still willing to give her a chance to redeem herself. "So, what happened? Apologies?"
"Her memory was wiped."
Shab. "That's…drastic."
"She is more reasonable now, though."
"That's a plus. But how are you?"
He smiled at her. "I'll be fine. You shouldn't worry so much."
She wanted to spill her heart out to him, but decided it would be a bad time to do that. "Can't help it. Large Sith are something to fret over." She rubbed his arm and nuzzled his neck.