Chapter 6: Mand'alor7933. 2.5
AN:I tried to warn you all, but here's a new chapter to make up for it...
Sorry for the upcoming feels
At the very end everything in all italics is spoken all in mando'a
Jaa stood silently in the hangar on duty. It had been… a heavy few days. The weight of the Mand'alor's death felt heavy on everyone's hearts. At least everyone in the guard. Cin and Feemor were sullen. If Jaa had to give a statement, he'd say that the death of Jaster Mereel hit them the hardest out of all the guard. As a tribute the guard had collectively painted one shoulder pauldron gray.
The color of mourning.
That's what they were all doing, in their own way. Mourning. Some the loss of a great leader, others the loss of the man who was trying to bring their people together. People like Fee and Cin, the loss of a friend.
Healer Che had to keep poor Ben under the majority of the time. Little ones weren't meant to deal with loss. Not one Ben's age. Old enough to understand and feel the loss, not old enough to manage the emotions that came with it, no master to help him parse through the muddle and pull him out on the other side.
That and the little monster was still feral.
Jaa had visited him once in the halls when the child was awake. He wailed and growled, and lashed out at anyone who got within reach. Fee tried to say that Ben was just lashing out like a cornered animal, but the kiddo wasn't some scared tooka. It was a good thing the boy had the self-control to not use the force, and that the sedative he was still hooked up to muddled that ability, but snapping teeth was just as much of a deterrent. So, Jaa sat there like a champ as the little one broke apart, while trying to press feelings of comfort and peace to the little one. Fee had stepped out to speak with Che, when the little menace, tired out, climbed onto his lap and fell asleep crying into Jaa's tunic.
Then Fee was a dick, and simply took a holo of his silent pleading to be saved.
Ben was rarely left alone, even when he screamed and demanded to be left. Cin didn't even have to set up a rotation for Ben's ver'gebuir. Feemor was there the most, no one gave him a hard time when he took himself off rotation to spend the majority of the time in the room with Ben or speaking with the healers. Cin stopped by as often as he could, normally around the last meal. Other than those two, different knight guards would stop and spend time with the kid, giving Feemor a break to breathe or use the bathroom.
Jaa didn't like to deal with all those heightened emotions. He wasn't heartless, but heightened emotions tended to make him uncomfortable. So he asked to be assigned to one of the areas Jango was likely to arrive at. Because, if he couldn't be there for the boys emotionally, he could at least be there to try to make things easier. He'd been a knight guard since his knighting. While there were others who had been in the guard longer, he still had been a guard for going on 35 years. He knew some of the best passages for moving unseen and quickly.
That was why he stood guard in the hanger.
Waiting.
Waiting and hoping that Jango would be here soon. That the boys would have each other to rely on. That maybe, just maybe, Jango would be able to settle Ben, or even make the kid crack a smile. Anything.
Feemor Sthal to guard detail
Date:7933.2.5 16:03 hr
Notice
Ben'ayan Mereel has snuck out from the loving care of Healer Che without leave. If anyone sees him please alert to his location. He does not have to return to the halls but Healer Che is requiring that he be monitored. Until eyes are on him, he is considered a code grey.
Remember to mind his teeth, he's not likely to bite but he will if he feels cornered.
Jaa groaned. Great. Lovely. Just perfect.
He scanned the area. No sign of the little biter. Wonderful.
The arrival lights went off and the mechanics jumped to the ready. Jaa sighed again and pulled up the arrival manifest. Two ships inbound. The first ship had Jedi Master Dooku and Padawan Vosa returning from a mission. Easy enough. Looked to be a negotiation mission on Corellia, according to the padawan report, no interactions with pirates, not carrying any dangerous cargo (unless lightsabers counted; so shit Vosa).
Then he looked at the second arrival.
Joy of all joys.
It was the dick and Master Thal.
Well this was going to be fun.
They were retuning from a mission that turned into aggressive negotiations. Their ship had received some 'minor damage', and they were rough but not in need of the healers. In other words Qui-Gon Jin was still Qui-Gon Jinning and still had the luck of a bad end of a bantha. Jaa sighed.
Then his notification went off again.
Rowel Hess to guard detail
Date: 7933.2.5 16:13hr
Notice
Ben'ayan Mereel seen moving towards the hangers. Lock down all out bound ships and monitor in bound ships so the child doesn't get hit. The initiate seemed to be focused on a destination. Still conder him a code grey.
Feemor Sthal to guard detail
Date 7933.2.5 16:14
Notice
On my way to intercept
Kriiiiiff. Jaa groaned audibly, but luckily no one was close enough to hear the sound coming from his vocoder. He pulled up his personal chat, but before he could start to type a message he received another notification of an inbound ship.
Ship named Legacy, carrying guards, an unnamed dignitary, and a body under stasis. He looked at the code given and swore.
J: Heads up, kid's gotta be heading to my bay
J: the Mereel code was used for an inbound ship
F: Wonderful. I'm on my way there now
J: Wait that's not all
C: Why am I on this?
J: Two other ships are arriving
J: Dooku and his padawan
J: and the dick and his girl
C: Kriff
F: I'll be there in 2 minutes
J: I don't think you read me
J: Jinn is going to be here
F: I don't care at the moment. Ben and Jango are going to be there.
C: I'll be there in 10
Jaa groaned and shut his chat board down. He scanned the area again, and then moved before his brain caught up.
With a little assistance from the force he managed to grab Ben and yank him out of the way of the landing ship. The mechanics were cursing up a storm, their heart rates slowing from the intense spike of panic, as none of them reacted fast enough to stop the youngling. Ben started squirming and hissing in his grasp as he dragged him out of the danger zone.
"Ben if you bite me I swear on the force, I'll bite you back." Jaa threatened. Then the beast growled, sharp little teeth bared.
Jaa then said kriff it, turned so only Ben could see and slid his mask up. He then growled low and deep, his blunt teeth bared.
Ben tried to growl again, but he repeated himself and pushed his face in Ben's. Then the youngling went silent. A beat past in silence before the youngling latching himself around Jaa's waist. He quickly slid his mask back in place and set an arm over Ben's shoulders.
"What the KRIFF was that kid thinking! I could've squashed him!" a young voice shrieked, and Ben's arms tightened.
That had to be the lovely Vosa that Fee complained about frequently. He turned and stiffened. The blonde was marching towards them with fury in her eyes and her presence in the force. Ben had gone still, a new growl raising in his chest. Jaa made the snap decision.
"Cease hostilities!" He commanded loudly, one hand twitching towards where his saber was, while the other hand pressed Ben's neck to move him behind him.
The padawan froze mid-step, and her master came rushing from the ship. The elder master looked between his apprentice, the guard, and the youngling clinging to the guard.
"Padawan," the master snapped.
"Master he-" the padawan said, gesturing towards Ben.
"Komari."
The padawan frowned and rolled her eyes before stomping back to her master.
Then the second ship came in to land and Ben was like a strill catching onto a scent. His whole body stiffened and turned towards the ship. Little fingers dug into his skin and he almost lurched forward if it wasn't for Jaa still having a hand on him to keep him still.
Finally the ship ramp lowered and one figure started walking down. Once he had visual confirmation he lifted his hand and Ben went running. The boys clashed together a few steps from the ramp. Jango had dropped to his knees to lower himself for Ben, who had still nearly toppled his older brother.
Then the all too familiar wail came and Jaa squeezed his eyes shut. He looked back at Dooku and Vosa who were now standing still, watching the children with curiosity and pity.
A robed figure stepped up next to him.
"Aren't you going up to them?" Jaa asked quietly
"Not yet. They need this moment to themselves."
"The little beast almost got himself squished under your grandmaster's landing ship."
"What?"
"I saved him, naturally. But I'll have to inform the battlemaster I needed to intervene with the padawan."
"Thank you. I'll keep an eye on the verd'ike." Feemor promised and moved slightly closer to the children with crossed arms and hood drawn low over his face. Master Dooku and Padawan Vosa hadn't moved, watching the children embrace and cry and whispering to each other. Likelihood was Dooku found this all undignified, and Vosa was probably collecting gossip.
It was then the third ship landed. Jaa watched as the ramp lowered and two singed jedi 'masters' exited and paused at the sight of the children.
"No, you don't want to, not now." He heard Jango say, as a keening wail filled the air. "He wouldn't want you to see him like this, not yet."
Ben had moved, trying to run up the ramp, but Jango was holding him back. The ramp was closing, likely to head over to Keldab'ika with the Mand'alor's body to prep for their funeral rites. Ben tried to fight against Jango, to get onto the ship, but his older brother was very good at wrangling the little beast.
"Oh, dears, are you okay" Master Thal asked, stepping towards the children. Feemor stepped forward, stopping her in her path.
"They just lost their master."
"A master can only have one apprentice." Jinn's voice cut through the air. Jaa held his breath, and prayed to the force or any benevolent cosmic entity to show a tiny bit of mercy on the kid.
Just for once.
And to take away all his strength.
Because he could, and would beat the osik out of Jinn if given an excuse.
"He was the youngling's finder. He already had a strong bond with the youngling and was planning on taking him on as his next apprentice. They already considered themselves lineage." Feemor said solemnly, still not lowering his hood. He was sticking to the cover story even now. He was tense now, his presence tightly wound and locked behind high shields.
"Where is the rest of their line?" Dooku had asked, stepping up to the now growing crowd, padawan trailing behind him, very obviously staring at the boys.
"There is no one else. Before his passing he had asked if he may claim me as a part of his lineage… I never had the chance to answer him." Feemor said. He then bowed. "Please excuse us."
Cin rushed in just as Feemor got to the boys. He had a hand on Jango's shoulder and was whispering to them quietly. Cin sent a quick nod to Jaa before walking towards the children.
"Feemor?" Jinn's voice echoed like a gong in the suddenly silent hanger. Feemor had stiffened, as did Cin. Cin seemed to say something to Feemor, who had immediately started ushering the boys towards Jaa and the exit that led to the guard quarters. Jango had picked Ben up in his arms, and the little monster wrapped his arms and legs around Jango like a front backpack.
"Feemor!" Jinn called, reaching out towards Feemor's retreating back, as if to pull on his robes, but was blocked by Cin. "Get out of my way Cin. Feemor!"
"Fee, what's going on?" Jango asked, peeking back at the adults, as they neared Jaa.
"I'll explain later. Lets get to the aran'e'yaim… Do you want me to cary Ben'ika?"
"Nayc. I'm his ori'vod, kaysh'ner" Jango mumbled as they passed. Jaa watched as his grip had seemed tightened a little more around Ben.
Jaa looked back towards the 'masters' and wanted to groan again.
Take two it was.
"Cease hostilities!" He commanded loudly, hand grabbing his saber and holding it out, not yet ignited.
Jinn was grabbing Cin by his tabards, and was right up in his face. The dick's face was near purple in anger. Master Thal had a hand on his shoulder trying to hold him back. Dooku just looked… condescending, actually. And Vosa… well she looked far too entertained.
Kriff
Jaa needed a raise.
They used to sleep in a pile in their karyai. Ben always liked to curl up on Buir's chest, falling asleep to the rumble of Buir's voice and the beating of his heart. Jango wrapped tightly in one of Buir's arms, pressed against his side. Buir would never complain about his arm falling asleep, but Jango knew it had to, stars knew the number of times Myles fell asleep on his arm and it took ages to get the pins and needles to go away.
Before Ben came. When Yen'buir was still with them. He hated their karyai. He had tried to fight against them. Always yelling and snapping. He'd hit Jas'buir and Yen'buir several times. But they always tried to make sure he felt safe.
And he did.
He had felt safe.
Yen'buir used to have to wrangle him into sleeping in the karyai. His many nightmares had to have taken a toll on her health, but she always brushed it off, sleepily lifting the blanket so he could squeeze between the two of them. It wasn't the sound of Jas'buir telling stories that had lulled him to sleep. It was the sound of Yen'buir's low, contented, purring. Her low murmurs of comfort brought safety. He had accepted Jas'buir because he came with Yen'buir.
He had felt so safe.
So loved.
And then Yen'buir marched ahead, leaving them behind. Leaving Ben behind for them. Jango loved Ben.
Ben was the light in the dark time.
A hope.
A piece of Yen'buir.
It always hurt to hear Ben cry.
It hurt because he was the ori'vod now. Ben had been so, so, small when he was born. And then he kept fading. Ben was his to keep safe and happy, and he was failing at that.
He wanted to comfort him.
He wanted to assure his vod'ika that everything would be okay, but the words kept dying on his tongue.
How could he say that everything would be okay when everything was falling apart. When Jas'buir marched ahead of them. When Ben was now almost as old as he was when he lost his first buir'e. Not only was their Buir marching ahead, but he was their aliit'alor, their Mand'alor. Jas'buir was the driving force behind the Haat mando'ade.
Their buir was gone and their leader. They were lost. A ship set adrift in space with a broken hyperdrive.
They had aliit, sure. A few distant relatives. Ba'vodu Goran, was there as much as he could as the Goran be Coruscanta. But their clan was small. Jango and Ben only really had each other. And what could Jango offer when he was only 3 years past her Verd'goten? He was an adult, sure, but even the Jedi barely considered him old enough. They only considered him old enough to sign the contract in place of Buir. Sign away years of service for the chance his vod'ika would be safe.
Everything was changing. And changing so fast that Jango didn't know if he could keep up with it.
Ben buried his face into Jango's chest and his heart tightened. This was his first funeral. He squeezed Ben, and pressed a kiss to the top of Ben's head.
"Motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. Cuun hett su…" the mando'ade softly chanted as their Buir's body joined the stars. He stared openly at the flames, watching. It was too peaceful. So opposite of what Buir's passing was like. Jango hoped that had a short memory, or that he'd one day forget what it sounded like for his buir to choke on his own blood. He tried to shot at the retreating ship when he raced to Buir's side, trying to kill Montross as he fled. Jango tightened his hold around Ben.
"I'll avenge Buir, Ben'ika. I'll get revenge on Kyr'tsad and that aruetii." Jango promised softly into Ben's hair. It was the least he could do. Revenge for taking away Ben's buir. Revenge for making them both orphans. His vod'ika stiffened, little fingers digging into him.
"Don't." Ben whispered.
"What?"
"Don't chase revenge, ori'vod. Please." Ben looked up, eyes looking purple in the firelight. He gripped tighter. "Please, Jango. Don't leave me too."
"I'm not leaving, Ben'ika."
"You'll be lost if you chase after revenge. Please. I can't lose you too. Not you. You have to come back. You have to. It doesn't matter how long it takes, just… always come back. No matter what. Even if we're both gray and wrinkly and old. You always have to come back." Ben finished in a whisper, eyes watering. Jango frowned and nodded.
"I promise. Ben. Haat, ijaa, haa'it. I'll always come back for you Ben'ika. Always." Jango hugged him tightly, leaning down to burry his face in Ben's fluffy hair and hide him away in his arms. They stood there, together, for a long time before Jango pulled back.
"Come on vod'ika. They're going to celebrate Buir. there's going to be some brawling, lots of drinking for the older folks, and stories about buir." Jango said, taking Ben's hand and pulling him away from the pyre to join some of the others. Ben followed along to a group that was obviously storytelling. Kal was standing, gesturing widely as he spoke. As they approached several shifted, making room for them to sit. Almost as soon as Jango's shebs hit the seat, Myles was next to him pulling Ben into his lap.
"Su'cuy, Myles." Ben whispered, clonking his head against Myles' with more force than was needed.
"Su cuy'gar, Ben'ika. You'll snuggle with me for story time won't you?" Myles asked, his red eyes squinting as he smiled and winked at Jango.
"Wayii! That's my vod'ika, Myles, not yours." Jango hissed, trying to grab Ben from his grasp. Myles shifted Ben around so that Jango couldn't grab him.
"I don't have a cute vod'ika. Let me borrow yours." Myles whined, and miracle of miracles, Ben giggled.
"Ugh, fine! One story, then I want my Vod'ika back!" Jango grumbled and settled down as Kal started spinning a tale he hadn't heard before about his buir.
One story turned to two, then three. Until Ben was laying across them both fast asleep. Jango had a small smile on his face as he listened to one of the old ori'ramikad animatedly told the story of the time Buir had nearly started a full blown war when he tripped down a mountain into a royal wedding.
His legs were going numb. The weight on them, hard and heavy. He wasn't sure if he could feel his toes anymore. But he couldn't let go though, he couldn't let buir go.
"Jango?"
Jango jolted, a full body flinch, as he blinked. The weight was Ben. The voice was Ben. Ben was in his lap, looking up with worry in his eyes. Ben reached up and touched his cheek. His hand was still warm. Fingers still soft from youth, not the callouses Buir had. Jango tugged on him, pulling him from Myles and wrapped around him. Ben was breathing, his heart was beating heavily against his chest. Ben was breathing. Ben was alive and here, and Buir was not.
"Jango." a new voice called out to him. Jango looked up, Ba'vodu was crouching near them. He tipped his head to the side and back.
The goran wanted to speak.
Reluctantly Jango made to slide Ben back to Myles but Ba'vodu shook his head. Okay then, Ben came with. Jango slid from the crowd, carrying Ben in his arms and followed the goran into the forge. It was warm and quiet in the forge. Ben lit up immediately, wiggling in Jango's arms to get set down. As soon as his feet hit the floor he was off wandering. Open curiosity at the forge and all the tools the goran used. He was respectful though, and didn't touch anything. Ba'vodu stood next to Jango, quietly watching.
"How much do we owe for the funeral?" Jango asked quietly.
"Jaster already took care of that, Jango. You don't need to worry about it."
Jango sighed and nodded.
"Jaster made sure things were prepared for this. This data chip contains the information on the holdings of House Mereel, along with all it's finances, properties, and contracts. He included which houses and clans we have alliances and feuds with."
Jango's brows creased and looked at the offered data chip with confusion and scepticism.
"Why are you giving that to me?" Jango asked, not taking it.
"Even if Jaster had not named you specifically, the clans under house Mereel have voted for you as our Alor."
"What?" Jango hissed, leaning in close. "What? I'm… I'm 16?!"
"I'm glad you remember how old you are." Ba'vodu said dryly. "We all knew what we were doing. Your age means little. You are an adult. You're mandokarla like he was. We want you as our Aliit'alor, Jango."
Hesitantly he took the data chip, rolling it in his fingers. This… This was a lot. He clipped it into his belt, patted it to make sure it was secure.
"Was that it?" Jango asked.
"No. He wanted me to ask you first, do you want any of his armor reforged for yours?"
"I- No. No, I don't need his armor for my own."
"He figured as much. I will save his armor for Ben'ayan. He wanted you to have this, he knew you preferred tracy'uur, but you should always make sure you have a kal on you." The goran handed him a kal made of beskar that, if his kom'rk were adjusted, would fit perfectly. Jango rolled it in his hand, feeling the weight of the blade, the balance. Buir always was far better with the kal than he was.
"Ben please be careful!" Jango called over, spotting his vod'ika had become a little too curious with the switches for the forge. He didn't know what they did, only the goran or their hibir were allowed to know how beskar was forged. Ba'vodu was a patient man, but he did not want to find out what would happen if Ben broke the forge by accident. Ben jumped back with a sheepish smile before sneaking his way over to an weapons rack filled with kal of different sizes and styles. Jango shook his head.
"I have also forged these, according to his specifications. One is for you, the other Ben'ayan. It is made from his ka'rta beskar, because his heart is left behind with the both of you." the goran handed him something small. "I can get a beskar chain necklace for you if that's something you'd be interested in, or I can attach it to your beskar."
Jango looked closely at it. It was the symbol he was familiar with, Yan'buir used to paint it on the doors of their yaim, and on the airlocks of any ship Jas'buir had at the time. She said it was a protective symbol from her people.
"Necklace," Jango coked out and quickly cleared his throat. "A necklace, please."
"I thought so. That is what I had for Ben'ayan. I have a box for each of you as well. I'm not sure what is in it. I promised him to keep it sealed. There's a DNA code to access it, so it is keyed to each of you. They're quite large, I'm sure you can get those Jetii'Aran'e to assist you carrying them back to your apartment."
"Vor entye" Jango whispered, looking at the two large boxes the goran gestured to. They looked more like armor crates. He would really need help carrying them.
"N'entye, Jango Fett. One last thing, come." The goran led Jango back out of the forge, Ben scurrying after them a second later, latching back onto Jango's arm.
The second they stepped out Jango froze. Everyone was gathered around just outside the forge. Every head of a clan, even those who were voted as a house alor, every influential mando'ade.
"Well, I got first dibs!" Kal Skirata chuckled, stepping forward and dropped to his knees in front of Jango.
"Ba'jur bal beskar'gam. Ara'nov, aliit, Mando'a bal Mand'alor" Kal Skirata recited with a grin, and Jango felt the blood leave his face.
"Kal, what-"
"I swear to teach those who come how to be mando'ade. I will wear my beskar'gam with pride. I will defend myself, and my clan from harm. I will contribute to the welfare of our tribe however I can. When you call us to rally I will answer your call." Kal continued, banging his fist on his chest. Jango sputtered, but didn't have time to respond when Myles dropped next, repeating Kal's oath.
Then another.
And another.
They all swore to him.
"Oya Manda!" Kal shouted
"Oya!" everyone echoed
Well…
Kriff him
Jango raised his fist "Oya!"
"What's in it?" Ben asked, poking at the box his ori'vod said was his, his new medallion swaying from his neck.
"Nakar'mir" Jango shrugged, pulling his to the 'bedroom' that he kept his personal effects in. "take it to your room and check it out." He suggested over his shoulder.
Ben grunted and tried to push it. It was heavy. He heaved, and tried to get the big box to move. He wasn't sure what was in there, but it had to be like 3 sets of full beskar'gam, and maybe a hyperdrive. Ben grunted and whined.
"Just use your space magic, Ben'ika! What are you learning here?" Jango called from his personal room.
"I'm not supposed to just use it whenever!" Ben whined.
"Well I'm tellin ya to use it, so do it yourself!"
Ben groaned and reached out, touching the box gently in the force, feeling it and learning it. Then he lifted slowly, like it was a ball. He had to keep his eyes closed, so he could concentrate. But he guided it through the karyai and down the hall into the room buir used to keep the toys and trophies he found for Ben on his missions. Once it was inside the room and lowered at the foot of his bed he poked at it. A sensor came up for him to press his finger in and when he did the box clicked open.
There were a few wrapped presents, one said 'Ben 13', another 'Ben verd'goten', and other such notes. But what caught his interest was what looked like a holocron. He pulled it out and rolled it around in his hands before concentrating on it.
Meditating on it.
Meditating on his buir.
He remembered his buir.
What he sounded like.
The rumble of his voice.
The beating of his heart like a war drum.
It clicked.
"Hello there little one. This is entry number one."
His Buir's voice filled the room and Ben's head snapped up.
It was a holo projection of Buir. He was sitting, wearing his loungewear, a loose tunic and comfortable trousers. He looked tired. Dark circles under his eyes and his shoulders slumped as if he were wearing his armor and still carried more weight on top of it. He looked tired. He rubbed his face with both hands, not looking up for a few silent moments. His shoulders moved with each heavy deep breath as he took a few moments to gather his thoughts. Finally, he looked up and gave a broken watery smile.
"You're asleep right now, just off recording view, with your brother. I think the two of you were playing a bit too hard. Out like a light, I don't think a full bombardment would wake either of you."
He chuckled and shook his head, before the smile fell and he sighed. Ben's jaw dropped and he leaned forward.
"I have spoken with Guard Feemor, he informed me of the nature of your visions… I pray that it never comes to pass, and that you don't remember them, but you have your mother's memory, I know better than to think you'd forget.
I have decided to make as many of these recordings as I can, before I march far ahead. That way my words will be with you still, even after I march far ahead.
If you are seeing this then the worst has happened and I am marching far ahead, but know this, my child, even if I march far ahead, I will still be looking back and watching you. I will be joined with the ruling council of fallen kings, so I will always be with you.
I am making some of these holos for your brother, but I have had time with him that I haven't had with you. I have taught him things that I haven't been able to teach you yet. So I will be doing my best to cover everything I can for you.
But in this message there is just one thing I want you to know and keep in your heart. I love you eternally. I have loved you since the moment your mother told me she was carrying you inside her. I loved you the moment I held you in my arms. Every sleepless night, every gray hair brought by worry, in everything I have loved you eternally with all my heart. You are my child. I have and always will love you. I am sorry I have marched ahead, but I will never be gone, because my love for you and your brother keep me tied to your soul."
Tears fell freely from his eyes as he looked into the holo. He smiled and swallowed hard enough to make his adam's apple bob. Ben wanted to reach out and wipe the tears away like Buir did for him. He wanted to crawl into his Buir's lap and forget everything that happened.
"Now I am going to go and cuddle with my sleeping sons, and leave the rest for another day.
I love you Ben'ayan, Maybe we'll meet again."
Mando'a:
Ver'gebuir: bodyguard lit: hired guardian (almost-father)
Verd'ike: little warriors
Osik: dung/ shit
Aran'e'yaim: guards home
Ori'vod: older brother
Kaysh'ner: (kaysh: he/him/his/her/hers) (ner: my/mine) He mine, or he's mine
Karyai: main living room of a traditional north Mandalorian house - a single big chamber for eating, talking, resting, and even the last secure stronghold when under attack
Ba'vodu: Aunt/ uncle
Goran: Armorer
Goran be Coruscanta: Goran of Coruscant
Motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a. Cuun hett su…:Those who stand before us light the night sky in flame. Our vengeance burns brighter still. Burns brighter still... (taken from the mandalorian funeral chant by Vhetin1138 )
Aruetii: traitor, foreigner, outsider
Haat, ijaa, haa'it: Truth, honor, vision - words used to seal a pact.
Su'cuy: hi
Su cuy'gar: Hello - lit. *You're still alive.*
Wayii!: Good grief! General exclamation of surprise, good or bad.
Tracy'uur: blaster
Kal: blade
Hibir: student
ka'rta beskar: Iron heart
Yaim: home
Jetii'Aran'e: Jedi guards
Vor entye: Thank you (lit. *I accept a debt*)
N'entye: lit. no debt; 'you're welcome'
Ba'jur bal beskar'gam. Ara'nov, aliit, Mando'a bal Mand'alor- An vencuyan mhi.: Education and armor, Self-defense, our tribe, Our language and our leader—All help us survive.
Oya manda!: Expression of Mandalorian solidarity and perpetuity: emotional and assertive.
Oya!: Many meanings: literally *Let's hunt!* and also *Stay alive!, but also *Hoorah!, *Go you!, *Cheers!* Always positive and triumphant.
Nakar'mir: be unaware, not know