Raza’nante.
That was her name.
Not so much a Mando’a term.
Wasn’t really a Mandalorian word.
It was an amalgam of words and terms.
The “ra” in “aaray”—translates into “pain”.
“Za” / “sa” in “bui’tsad” for “family, lineage”.
And the perverse “nante” of “nade” in “anade”.
Of which, the term meant “everyone, everybody”.
Raza’nante…
All of our agony…
You spread your wings…
Gold black bands and rings…
Death’s bird from sky—go fly!
Cry high—sing bright—my might!
And she falls from the sky!
She came from outer space!
Soars beneath the sunlight!
From star’s darkness—brighter!
That Kom’rk-class transport/fighter!
She was a Mandalorian’s hawk.
Part of the Mandalorians’ flock.
Eyes in the sky as they walk.
Steel beneath feet—gawk.
And she lands on planet!
But it isn’t Dantooine!
It sure ain’t Tatooine!
This is Ventooine!
Vent-oo-who?
Where does it feature?
Just listen to teacher!
Ventooine is a planet located within the Ventooine system of the Outer Rim Territories.
The database said as much to a Mandalorian’s stark dark face with a T in nose’s place.
Mando don’t need the history, sweets.
Gives a pat to the console with hand.
Raza’nante…
Let’s get naughty…
A Mandalorian’s falcon flies in.
Above mesas and mountains.
Daybreak—a welkin’s quake—
Tea—Earl Grey—stomach ache.
Mando is alone with an iron head.
Lifts it and sips beneath a helmet.
“Di’kut—errrr—Crux—ya there, bud?”
Crux the Di’kut is of course a kriff.
No dog, wolf, but still an animal.
Not a Mandalorian—not that bull.
Thinks a Mandalorian in his cockpit.
“We are approaching targeted city.
If you're turnin' tossin' 'n' sleepin'.
Wake up, haircut, and get pretty."
Raanbaatul was a grand city, he was told.
It would be a dang pity if his lead got cold.
Mando flies in, dips down, sets in, his ship.
He was born for this, for war, and for more.
Now he lived for one thing: To kill the Praxor.
@Sicadorito
That was her name.
Not so much a Mando’a term.
Wasn’t really a Mandalorian word.
It was an amalgam of words and terms.
The “ra” in “aaray”—translates into “pain”.
“Za” / “sa” in “bui’tsad” for “family, lineage”.
And the perverse “nante” of “nade” in “anade”.
Of which, the term meant “everyone, everybody”.
Raza’nante…
All of our agony…
You spread your wings…
Gold black bands and rings…
Death’s bird from sky—go fly!
Cry high—sing bright—my might!
And she falls from the sky!
She came from outer space!
Soars beneath the sunlight!
From star’s darkness—brighter!
That Kom’rk-class transport/fighter!
She was a Mandalorian’s hawk.
Part of the Mandalorians’ flock.
Eyes in the sky as they walk.
Steel beneath feet—gawk.
And she lands on planet!
But it isn’t Dantooine!
It sure ain’t Tatooine!
This is Ventooine!
Vent-oo-who?
Where does it feature?
Just listen to teacher!
Ventooine is a planet located within the Ventooine system of the Outer Rim Territories.
The database said as much to a Mandalorian’s stark dark face with a T in nose’s place.
Mando don’t need the history, sweets.
Gives a pat to the console with hand.
Raza’nante…
Let’s get naughty…
A Mandalorian’s falcon flies in.
Above mesas and mountains.
Daybreak—a welkin’s quake—
Tea—Earl Grey—stomach ache.
Mando is alone with an iron head.
Lifts it and sips beneath a helmet.
“Di’kut—errrr—Crux—ya there, bud?”
Crux the Di’kut is of course a kriff.
No dog, wolf, but still an animal.
Not a Mandalorian—not that bull.
Thinks a Mandalorian in his cockpit.
“We are approaching targeted city.
If you're turnin' tossin' 'n' sleepin'.
Wake up, haircut, and get pretty."
Raanbaatul was a grand city, he was told.
It would be a dang pity if his lead got cold.
Mando flies in, dips down, sets in, his ship.
He was born for this, for war, and for more.
Now he lived for one thing: To kill the Praxor.
@Sicadorito