The Tales of Clan Danakar

Ch 24: Ori'mirshep

Here we learn that everything about Mandalorians is extreme. Especially their ideas of fun when bored.

Mando'a:
K'atini.=Suck it up! It's only pain! - (I order you to) endure/put up with/take it
Nar dralshy'a.=Put your back into it! Try harder! - Move/act stronger/brighter
Osik!=Dung (impolie)
Elek=Yes
Oya manda!=Expression of Mandalorian solidarity and perpetuity (emotional and assertive)

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~Theta's P.O.V.~

What to do? I have a few hours to kill and with Regina off training with Master Windu, and Master Mundi is currently meeting with a few other masters, so my options are limited. I could practice hacking, but the Temple guards have asked me to stop doing that and I do not wish to upset them.

Study? What would I study? I'm already done reading through the life story of Tarre Vizsla. I could read it again but it's too soon to enjoy it fully. I could study the nuances between Old and New Mandalorian again but frankly that will just serve to solidify my opinion that Old Mandalorian is the superior alphabet. I could study Mandalorian history from the Old Republic era..but that will just upset me since we were allies of the Sith Empire at the time. I could reread the documents Master Mundi assigned regarding our upcoming deployment, but I already have all of that memorized so there would be little point.

Perhaps some exercise? I lack a partner to spar with. Running? Never as fun without a partner to compete against. Maybe a swim? I do not mind swimming but I prefer to do it when it is particularly hot outside.

I glance out the window to see the Council of First Knowledge spire. Now there's an idea. I make my way outside and to the base of Tranquility Spire - the central spire of the Jedi Temple. Looking closely, I can see that the spire has many grooves in its sides of varying depths, likely formed from the wind over the centuries. Winds that would be more intense at the higher altitudes - towards the top of the spire - creating even more grooves.

I back up several paces, then Force Dash to the wall of the spire, using the momentum to launch myself up the wall. I manage to dash up the side of the wall for maybe 8 feet before I am forced to grab onto the side of the tower. I start pulling myself up, using the Force to launch myself as far as I can every so often to make the climb easier. As I go to launch myself for the fifth time, the notch my foot is in cracks and crumbles under the strain. I tighten my grip as much as I can as my foot falls, the other slipping on its threshold. I pull myself to the side so I can rest my feet on new grooves, catching my breath before quickly launching myself up another 10 feet.

I have to stop a few times, holding the tower in a death grip as I catch my breath. The first time, I glance down to see how far I had gone. At least fifty feet were done, but over a thousand more still lay before me. As I enjoy the view, I spot a Temple Guard facing me, their head tilted back. They seem to be watching me.

The second time I stopped I could just barely see that someone had joined the guard from earlier. From the pale yellow-brown I can see I would guess they are also a Temple Guard.

On my third break, I look up to see the lip where the tower meets the top maybe 15 feet up. I climb as fast as I can, resting on the lip as I pant. The lip is maybe a foot deep, just enough for me to stand, back straight, with feet flat, forehead against the wall.

I could try to climb the flat wall, but there are supports for the outcroppings that would be more reliable. So, I grab onto the support and make my way to the next ledge. From there, I slide sideways until I can pull myself onto the side of an outcropping.

The outcroppings have their own grooves intentionally carved into their sides for..I don't know. Aesthetics maybe? Regardless, they make excellent hand- and footholds. Once I reach the top of the outcropping, I take a seat and lay on my back, desperately trying to refill my lungs.