Author has written 13 stories for Star Wars: The Clone Wars, and Star Wars.
Su'cuy ner vode.
"Who wills, can. Who tries, does. Who loves, lives."
"When the world gives you lemons, make grape juice. Then sit back and watch the world wonder how you did it."
"A hero need not speak. When he is gone, the world will speak for him."
"Life... is cruel. Of this I have no doubt. But life continues on... with, or without you. One can only hope that one leaves behind a lasting legacy. But so often, the legacies we leave behind... are not the ones we intended."
"Hope is what makes us strong. It is why we are here. It is what we fight with when all else is lost."
"We all make choices, but in the end, our choices make us."
"When you laugh, the world laughs with you. When you cry, the world laughs louder."
"Our vengeance burns brighter still."
Of all the words of tongue or pen
Hair: light brown, short and curly
Fav Food: hot cheetos
Fav Books: Karen Traviss's Republic Commando series, Anne McCaffrey's Dragon Riders of Pern series, the Dune series, Ender's Shadow, Narnia
Fav Movies: Star Wars (1-6), Pirates of the Caribbean, Narnia, Avatar (the blue one)
Fav TV Shows: Star Wars: the Clone Wars, Avatar: the Last Air Bender, Star Trek (the original series), House M.D., NCIS
Fav Music: anything with a good beat; pretty much the only music I don't like is rap
Hobbies: reading, drawing, now writing;)
May No Soldier Go Unloved
A Veteran, whether active duty, discharged, retired, or reserve, is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to "The United States of America" for the amount of 'up to, and including his life'.
In the dying light I held you,
I watched and cried and knew,
Things would never be the same,
When our last moment came.
The moon rose as the day died,
And all that could be done was tried,
I felt the tears fall from my eyes,
When we never got to say our goodbyes.
You held on with all your might,
We shared one last kiss that night,
I realize now why it rains when people die,
The heavens release when Angels cry.
Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great, huge .
Mommy, I was a good , I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye.
I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.
But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest
When I heard that great, big , I ran as fast as I could
please listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true
And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
An English professor wrote this sentence on the chalkboard and asked his students to punctuate it correctly:
"A woman without her man is nothing"
All of the males in the class wrote:
"A woman, without her man, is nothing."
All the females in the class wrote:
"A woman: without her, man is nothing."
Punctuation is everything.
In five millennia, the Mandalorians fought with and against a thousand armies on a thousand worlds. They learned to speak as many languages and absorbed weapons, technology, and tactics from every war. And yet, despite the overwhelming influence of alien cultures, and the absence of a true home world and even species, their own language not only survived but changed little, their way of life and their philosophy remained untouched, and their ideals and sense of family, of identity, of nation, were only strengthened. Armor does not make a Mandalorian. The armor is simply a manifestation of an impenetrable, unassailable heart.
Mandalorians are surprisingly unconcerned with biological lineage. Their definition of offspring or parent is more by relationship than birth: adoption is extremely common, and it’s not unusual for soldiers to take war orphans as their sons or daughters. They also seem tolerant of marital infidelity during long separations, as long as any child resulting from it is raised by them. Mandalorians define themselves by culture and behavior alone. It is an affinity with key expressions of this culture--loyalty, strong self-identity, emphasis on physical endurance and discipline--that causes some ethnic groups in particular to gravitate toward Mandalorian communities, thereby reinforcing a common set of genes derived from a wide range of populations. The instinct to be a protective parent is especially dominant. They have accidentally bred a family-oriented warrior population, and continue to reinforce it by absorbing like-minded individuals and groups.
The Mandalorian language has more terms of insult than any of the more widely spoken galactic tongues. But whereas most species choose insults that are based on parentage or appearance, the majority of Mandalorian pejoratives are concerned with cowardice, stupidity, laziness, dull conversation, or a lack of hygiene. It reveals the preoccupations of a nomadic warrior culture where bloodline matters less then personal qualities, faces are largely masked, and a clean, efficient camp is crucial to survival.
Beskar is a uniquely resistant iron that develops a wide range of properties--and colors--in the hands of skilled metal smiths. Depending on the alloy, it can take any form from plate, laminate, and wire to foam, mesh, micronized particles, and even a transparent film. Mandalorians jealously guard their beskar-working skills and refuse to sell the formulas for any price; attempts to reproduce finished beskar elsewhere have been disappointing. The ore is found solely on Mandalore, and only Mandalorians know how to work it to maximize its extraordinary properties. Therefore if you want beskar, you must take Mandalore. But that inevitably proves easier to say than to do.
Despite their rather gruff appearance and style of combat, the average Mandalorian is more sociable and kind than one would expect. As long as individuals speak their minds, accept a meal when offered, look them straight in the eye, take off their boots when guests, pay their debts, fuss over their children, never make a pass at a Mandalorian of the opposite sex (unless the individual plans to become part of the culture), and respect the elderly, anyone who encounters a Mandalorian is not likely to be killed.
In Mandalorian lore, the color blue represents reliability; green, duty; gold, vengeance; black, justice; gray, mourning a lost love; and red, honoring a father.
"So what's wrong with being a mercenary? Is your war worth fighting? If it is, then why does it matter who fights it for you? Aren't we imbued with the righteousness of your cause when we take up arms for you? Would you rather your own men and women died to make the point? And if your war is so noble, so necessary—why aren't you fighting it for yourself? Think of all that before you spit on us, aruetii."
"What's a hut'uun? A coward. Physical coward, moral coward, any kind of scum without the spin to stand their ground or do the right thing. We don’t have a word for hero. Being prepared to die for your family and friends, or what you hold dear, is a basic requirement for a Mando, so it’s not worth a separate word. It’s only cowards we had to find a separate name for.”
A betrothal token should be portable, capable of easy conversion into credits in case of emergency, and, if worn, should not impede the wearer in combat. Earrings are out. So are long chains. Gems in rings should be in a rub-over setting and shallow enough to be worn under gauntlets. You really don’t want to see what happens if you catch a ring in a moving cable or machine part.
"Here’s why you can’t exterminate us, aruetii. We’re not huddled in one place--we span the galaxy. We need no lords or leaders--so you can’t destroy our command. We can live without technology--so we can fight with our bare hands. We have no species or bloodline--so we can rebuild our ranks with others who want to join us. We’re more than just a people or an army, aruetii. We’re a culture. We’re an idea. And you can’t kill ideas--but we can certainly kill you."
We are one when together.
A pint of ale, a pint of blood
Dar’manda: a state of being “not Mandalorian”; not an outsider, but one who has lost his heritage, and so his identity and soul
Glory, eternal glory,
Education and armor,
Know who’s guarding your back.
Nobody cares who your father was, only what kind of father you’ll be.
Family is more than bloodline.
I’m still alive
All helmet, no head.
Not gone, merely marching far away.
I know your name as my child.
His brain cell’s lonely.
The ash of the Taung beats strong within the Mandalorians' heart.