So the Hutt that I was collecting the bounty from was quite pissed off at the death of the shabuir (which roughly translates to "fucker" in English) he was wanting to torture.

Funny creatures the Hutts, they've had a fair amount of influence on the Mandalorian culture over the centuries. Since they're not exactly built to do the tasks necessary in their lives of crime, they always have hired hands to do their dirty work and hide behind. Because of this, the Mandalorian word for "coward" (and one of the biggest insults you can lob at a Mando) is hut'uun.

So after a fair amount of "aggressive negotiation" between me, the Hutt, and the Hutt's bodyguards I collected my reduced bounty and went back to my ship. I fly a YT-1930 called The Mynock's Ghost, which has had some extensive, shall I say, "upgrades". It's big enough for quite a few passengers, a butt-load of cargo, and requires a crew of two, though it's better with three. It's a pretty new design, so I'm not surprised if you haven't heard of it.


Ok, I think you need a little more background information.

Since the ship has the room for it, I live with my family aboard it along with two droid companions. Their designations are GD16-2A4 and HK-X. 2A (TOO-ay) is a GD16 model pilot droid I received as payment one time for services rendered. When necessary he pilots the ship, but also functions as sort of a caretaker/training facilitator for my kids. HK is… well we don't really know what he is, just that he's a droid that's some sort of Hunter-Killer model I scavenged from a shipyard while acquiring parts for my ship. He protects and also helps train my kids when I am busy with a job.

My two kids are named Vercopa (pronounced vair-KOH-pah) and Koty. Vercopa is my six year old daughter, and Koty is my five year old son. As I have said before we are close, and have been especially so since the death of my wife. Though young they are already skilled with small blasters and daggers, and often help me with my jobs when they can. It will be difficult to raise Vercopa in the right way in a year or two when she reaches the age that Mandalorian children learn how to do the jobs indicative of their role in the clan. Since her mother is not here to teach her the many jobs of a woman, some shared by both man and woman and some not, it will be difficult to teach her in the right way.


But let's not worry about that right now. Last I checked I was heading to the ship. As soon as I hit the ramp Vercopa and Koty swarmed me, their elated cries of buir (pronounced boo-EER, or "father") resonating throughout the spaceport. I took of my buy'ce (pronounced BOO-chay, which is "helmet"), kneeled and grinned at them and said, "See adike, I told you it wouldn't take long. The hut'uune were no match for your old buir." They giggled at that, then Vercopa then asked me, "Papa, when are we going to hunt on Mandalore like you said?" I looked her in the eyes and said "Soon ad'ika. With the way my jobs are going, it may even be sooner than you think."

I stood up and ushered them into the ship, asking them what HK and 2A4 taught them that day. While they told me some of the fighting styles they had learned I started up the ship for takeoff, summoning 2A4 from the cargo bay. "I can't wait to see that adike. Go buckle yourselves in for takeoff; I've got to get ready with Tooay. Hurry up Tooay, we're scheduled for departure in thirty minutes and I still need to do a pre-flight check!"

"Don't get annoyed with me because your business took longer than anticipated! I'm just the co-pilot."

"Fine, I'm sorry that I yelled. But could you please just hurry it up a little bit?"

"Alright, I'll leave out any unnecessary procedures to speed the process up."

"You're a real burrfriut, Tooay."

"I do my best, sir."