Title: Acronyms of the GAR Author: devilinthedetails Characters: Ahsoka Tano; Rex. Genre: General; Friendship; Humor. Timeline: Saga-PT. Set during the Clone Wars between AOTC and ROTS. Summary: Ahsoka kvetches, and Rex promises to teach her Mandalorian. Author's Note: Written for @Findswoman's Joys of Yiddish Challenge in the Mini-Games Thread. My word was "kvetch." Hopefully you can see the influence of the word, which means complain or gripe, throughout this story. Thank you, @Findswoman, for the inspiration! Acronyms of the GAR Ahsoka stared down at the supply manifesto in her hand. She and Rex had been assigned the duty of checking the items as they were unloaded to ensure that everything on the manifesto was truly present and accounted for, a task that reminded Ahsoka of just how many of the supplies they had initially requested had been slashed by some flimsi-pushing, desk-bound official safe behind a desk far from the frontlines. Important, life-or-death decisions all too often came down to those sort of officials who had never held a blaster, Ahsoka thought bitterly. “SNAFU,” she muttered under her breath as she made an almost vicious checkmark beside a listed carton of rations as it was unloaded from the supply ship into the hangar bay. SNAFU was an acronym—standing for situation normal, all fracked up—because of course it was. The GAR (itself an acronym) loved its short, sharp acronyms. It was like another language that could only be understood by those who became fluent with it on the battlefield. She half-expected Rex to tell her to embrace the SNAFU because at least it wasn’t yet the FUBAR (Fracked Up Beyond All Recognition). Instead he shook his head. “I don’t know if it’ll ever sound natural to hear you curse, Ahsoka.” “I didn’t curse,” Ahsoka pointed out, checking off another carton of rations as it was unloaded from the supply ship. “I just used an acronym you taught me.” “I didn’t teach you that acronym.” Rex folded his arms across his chest, glaring at Ahsoka with one eye while the other surveyed the unloading. “Fives did. He wanted to create trouble as usual because trouble is what will happen if General Skywalker finds out you know that acronym so please don’t kvetch any more about this.” “All right,” Ahsoka proposed a bargain with a sullen edge to her voice. “I won’t tell Skyguy I know what SNAFU means if you tell me what kvetch means.” “It’s the Mandalorian word for complain or gripe,” Rex answered, and Ahsoka had another opportunity to marvel as she had many times before at how the Mandalorian language—modified to meet the needs of soldiers bred for battle in Kaminoan laboratories but not as much as Basic since Mandalorian had always been a mercenary language—had filtered through the ranks of the GAR. “I’m not complaining.” Ahsoka’s petulant pout argued against her even as she spoke. “I never complain.” “You’re complaining right now.” Rex arched an eyebrow, and Ahsoka wished he was wearing his helmet so she didn’t have to see his smug expression. “I promise to stop complaining if you teach me Mandalorian.” Ahsoka put on her most charming smile and widened her eyes to their fullest extent. She was always eager to learn and fill some of the long hours of boredom that came between the adrenaline-fueled chaos of open conflict. “I always wanted to learn Mandalorian.” Well, maybe not always, she amended mentally. Perhaps just since she had joined the war effort, becoming Anakin’s Padawan and working with the clone troopers. Maybe just since she had learned that Mandalorian along with acronym was a second language for the clone troopers that so far she didn’t understand as she did acronym. That was starting to feel like always with the memories of days training in the serenity of the Jedi Temple fading into a hazy, distant past that had happened to some other Togruta girl whose face she wouldn’t recognize gazing back at her in the mirror. “Oh, all right.” Rex sounded torn between amusement and exasperation, and Ahsoka believed she could make him crack a smile if she pushed just a bit harder. “I’ll teach you Mandalorian, but not swear words. Just numbers and colors and other innocent stuff.” “Colors but nothing colorful.” Ahsoka stuck out her tongue as she continued to mark off items on her inventory. Curses in her considered teenage opinion were the most raw, the most authentic, and the most expressive part of any language. “What’s the use of that in an army?” Rex mumbled something that was undoubtedly her first (indistinct) lesson in Mandalorian swearing but then he did crack a smile as Ahsoka had hoped he would. She would get her lessons in Mandalorian cursing, after all, even if in a roundabout way…She could be very clever about getting what she wanted…Some might call it being annoying, but she just labeled it as being persistent in her own head, where such judgements mattered the most.