Darth Madriss stood silent in the shadows of the massive Mandalorian throne room going over the plan again and again in his head. He knew why he was here: to kill Mand'alor the Preserver. Mand'alor was the leader of the Mandalorian people and the champion of the most warlike planet in the galaxy.
As the finder of the Mask of the Mand'alor he had become ruler of the Mandalorians and had managed to keep the throne for another twenty years. Until now, now there would be a new Mand'alor, feared by the Jedi and their pet senators. Mand'alor the HUnter would rise and and overthrow the Republic. Then and only then would the Mandalorians be removed from the game.
He stirred from his thoughts and looked up as the servant he had paid to alert him of Mand'alor's approach entered the room and nodded confirmation it was time. Madriss tossed the man a bag of coins which he caught before leaving the room. As soon as the servant left Madriss pulled his lightsaber from is belt and shifted so that he was further hidden by the shadows.
He tensed slightly as a tall man wearing Mandalorian armour and a golden mask walked into the throneroom followed by several warriors who he dismissed after a few minutes. Mand'alor was here
. Madriss gathered himself and kicked off the ground in a leap towards the Mandalorian across the room. Halfway through his charge he ignited his lightsaber, the red blade hissing to life and causing Mand'alor to spin and see him coming in time to duck to the side and keep his head. With a growl of frustration Madriss turned and managed to deflect the hail of blaster fire unleashed by Mand'alor as he used his jetpack to launch into the air. Calling on the power of the force he hurled Mand'alor through the air into the far wall, but before he could follow through he found himself flying backwards in an electric net. With a howl he cut his way free and looked around for his prey, who revealed itself with a kick to the back of his knee, followed by another kick this time to his side as he fell to the ground.
"Stop! Please, don't kill me!" He pleaded as Mand'alor aimed his gun at his chest.
"And why not?" Asked the armoured warrior hesitating slightly. Madriss swiped the Mandalorian's feet out from under him and mad a dash for the window. He had hardly run twenty metres when he felt a sharp pain in his thigh, he looked down and saw a small dart protruding from his leg
. "No. Not possible." He mumbled as his vision began to blur.
"All too possible Sith!" Mand'alor said quietly from somewhere behind him just before Madriss fell to the floor dead.