Season three of the Disney hit television series the Mandalorian has not disappointed. One of the pivotal moments of the series thus far, is the quest for redemption undertaken by the Apostate, so branded because he removed his helmet in public, Din Djarin played by the intergalactic child protector Pedro Pascal. In his quest to bathe in the living waters of the mines of Mandalore, Mando drops in on Bo Katan Kryze, played by Bo-Katan herself Katee Sakchoff, at her castle on Kalevala, a moon of Mandalore. Bo-Katan quickly dismisses Mando and the premise of the “creed” that he adheres to in favor of anguishing in her own troubles of having lost support of her army after failing to return with the dark sword which was taken from Moff Gideon by Mando himself. Bo proclaimed Mandalore a cursed planet and sent Mando away. In episode two of season three, Din Djarin finds his way to the capitol city of Mandalore and begins his search for the mines and the living water with the help of Grogu and R5 D4. After Mando is captured, fans are treated to a glimpse of Grogu’s use of the force, which is the clear result of his training with the legendary Jedi Luke Skywalker. Grogu returns to Kalevala to seek the aid of Bo-Katan in rescuing his “dad”. Back on Mandalore, Bo-katan rescues Din Djarin with an absolute display of mastery of hand-to-hand combat, and the use of some unique suit of armor melee weapons that have not been seen in use by any other Mandalorian up until this point. Bo-Katan agrees to take Mando to the mines and the living water. Along the way she recalls life as a member of the royal family on Mandalore, clearly showing her disdain for the traditions of the creed and lore and mythology that is itself at the core of what being a Mandalorian is. To Bo-Katan, being Mandalorian is about the status of being the greatest warriors and the personal gain that status brings. She scoffs as she tells Mando that the mines were the lair of the mythological mythosaur and stops to mockingly read an inscription describing the creature. Mando begins to say the creed and plummets into the waters BO dives in to rescue him once again. As she is bringing Mando back up from the water where she sees something, she sees a real living mythosaur! This is the moment that things change for Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze; this is when she finally starts to believe in the legends of her ancestors and begins to replace her doubt of the traditions of Mand’alor with faith that the creed may be as alive as the once mythical mythosaur. The change from fervent skeptic to at least some acceptance to the creed of the Mandalorians doesn’t completely take hold of BO-Katan until she is accepted by the secret covert of Mandalorians after unintentionally being redeemed when she dove into the living waters to save Din Djarin. It is in episode four of season three when we see alteration of Bo-Katan become real to her. She begins to understand the life of being a Mandalorian is much different from the status of being a Mandalorian. She begins to grasp the reality of how the creed of her ancestors and choosing to walk the way of the Mandalorian is in fact the essence of what her father died trying to protect. Her previous acts as a Mandalorian were centered around conquest and much more of a self-serving nature. After her actions in episode four she learns that by saving the child through selfless acts she has lived up to the highest standard of what being a Mandalorian is. I for one cannot wait until episode five airs tomorrow, watching one of my favorite Mandalorian grow and become what she was meant to be is fascinating to say the least.
Under The Purple Cloud
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The first occurrence took the world by complete surprise. Hundreds of thousands of people died as the cloud descended from the heavens. The anomaly as it was called, was thought to be a rare occurrence, until it appeared the very next night again at midnight. After the second week of the anomaly appearing, the world began to realize that the Braken, as it had come to be called, was something the world would have to adapt to and learn to deal with. An automated alarm system was established to protect the people of the world from the Braken by sealing all windows while the Braken was active.
The sun began it’s descent behind the mountains of Hakamesh, and a cool wind drifted in as the door to her chamber was carefully opened. The red curtain shifted slightly as her attendant stood near her bed, reluctant to wake his mistress. She slowly rolled over, eyeing him through the curtain. “The Pharaoh is requesting to see you,” the attendant said softly. She sat up in her bed and unhurriedly moved back the curtain. The attendant had seen her like this many times before, and could never get used to the beauty of his master. She stood before him, her pale figure seemed to shine in the setting sun, and her long red hair clung to the curves of her physique. “Very well,” she hissed, “Now leave me.” The attendant took one last long look at her bare form before turning and removing himself from the chamber.
Agidia The Warrior's Way
The ocean gently placed a salty kiss on his lips, and he awoke amid the tattered wreckage of his once beautiful ship. He stood and felt the warmth of the sun bath his face as he stretched and made note of every ache and pain that his body reported. Feeling only minor soreness and stiffness, he immediately turned his attention to the wreckage and retrieved his crate from the gaggle of timbers and cloth. He placed the trunk onto the sand and released the lock. An approving smile crept across Taxus’s hard face as the lid slid open, revealing the keen edges of his golden weapons. He raised up the broadsword and held it to the sun, turning it this way and that, from angle to angle, inspecting its keenness. When satisfied, he placed it on the sand as carefully as if it were a priceless work of art and scooped the ax from its resting place. He held its edges to the sun, canting it left and right, amazed at how perfect the balance was. When finished, he gingerly laid it by the sword and returned to the trunk. He removed a short, black, saffron robe and slid it over his shoulders, fastening his weapons belt around his waist to hold the robe in place. There was a black sack, which he knew would contain his rations, honing stones, and fire sticks. He slid his arm through its sash so that the sack hung snugly to his back. He drew up his weapons slid them through the loops of his sword belt and headed down the white, sandy beach at a comfortable trot, enjoying the gentle breeze as the air parted before him and the sweet, new smells carried to his nostrils.
Aigida 20 miles northwest of the Bohara Enclave. He stood in the dark, body trembling and crackling with energy. The moon shone off the polished steel blade that stood erect in his hands, and from it, dripped the blood of his fallen foe. Lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating his bronze skin and making visible the many cuts from which his blood flowed. Thunder roared, and suddenly, he became aware of his surroundings—the wind pounded his back, and the tall grass tickled his bare legs; his wounds cried out for reparation, and his ears focused on the steadily slowing drum of his heart. As the fire in his eyes dwindled, he opened his mouth and growled, “It is done.”