Title; Into the Drabble-Verse Author: Raissa Baiard Timeframe: Various Genre: various Characters: Whoever shows up. Synopsis: Drabbles featuring characters across my multi-verse of stories. Week I - by Mira_Jade Featuring Wren Ordo (OC) 1. Adamant “She gets this from you, you know,” Sabine Wren Ordo told her husband. She hadn’t been prepared for her six-year-old daughter, Wren, to inform her that she would not be going to art camp with her older sister this year. Further attempts to persuade her only caused Wren to declare that, in fact, she hated art and would rather eat a live gorg than go to camp before stomping from the conversation circle like a small, angry rancor. Maximus chuckled. “Oh, she may get the lack of creativity from me, but the drama? That’s all you, ad’ika, that’s all you!” 2. Abide Like every good Mandalorian, I abide by Resol’nare, the six tenets of our life and honor. I think the most important one is defending your clan, and every good Mando knows that family is more than blood. The word for “comrade”—vod—is the same as the on for “sibling”. I have real vode now— Ronen, Noemi, Kaz, and Humoo— and they’re as much a part of my family as anyone in Clan Ordo. My honor demands that I protect them with my life--even if one of them is an annoying little furball who can’t keep his fuzzy mitts off my WESTARS. 3. Afield As children, Bellona happily spent hours at her easel, while Wren preferred to find her fun farther afield. She scrambled over the ornamental stone cairns and through the stands of frond grass on the Clan Ordo stronghold grounds. She rambled down by the stream and past the grove of veshoks. And then she found the galek tree Wren scraped her knees and broke her nails climbing the forest giant, but once she reached the shelter of its branches, she felt like she was home. She scavenged scraps and built a treehouse, carving her flying bird sigil on its wall-- her refuge from the world. 4. Aghast Wren stared at the comm in consternation after Kaz said good-bye. The good news: he’d invited her to the Flight Academy’s Life Day gala. The bad news: it was a formal, and she’d have to wear a dress. A dress… Mandos didn’t wear dresses. Maybe a nice kama with one’s beskar’gam for special occasions, but a dress…? No. How did anyone even move in one? If it was long, your legs would get tangled up in all that fabric. And if it was short, wouldn’t your legs get cold? Legs…people would be looking at her legs. Maybe even Kaz. Maybe especially Kaz... Oh, Mand’alor… 5. Aforetime I don’t know why people think history is boring; it isn’t if you’re a Mando. What kind of clan doesn’t have some heroic tales to their name? Even Clan Saxon has to have done something noble at some point, right? I’m proud to say Clan Ordo has a long and honorable history, from Grandma Demetria who defeated twelve challengers to hold the regency for my dad, all the way back to my great-great-lots of-greats-grandfather, Canderous Ordo— Mand’alor the Preserver, who reunited the clans as honorable warriors instead of two-credit mercs. Someday, my name will be written with theirs; my ancestors’ honor lives in me.