Venku stared at the horizon. Something was coming fast, something horrible, something his family, his entire clan and countless members of several others would not survive if they didn't leave immediately. The senses he had been trying to avoid for his entire life were telling him this. The warning from the Force was like a thousand alarms going off in his head. He could see that his uncle Bardan could sense it as well. The threat was serious and imminent, there was nothing else he could do. He sent out an alert using a code that had been determined sixty years before for this very situation. He prayed that his family hadn't forgotten.
Across hundreds of thousands of comms on the world of Mandalore, a nearly forgotten tone rang out. A tone that meant "They plan to exterminate us, we must leave now!" It was time for a strategic withdawl. Most of the families that had small children to consider decided to split up, one parent taking the children and the other staying to defend their home from the coming danger.
Without bothering to grab anything other than their armor and a few necessities, those that had decided to leave raced for either their own ships or the ships of relatives who would be willing to take on a few extra passengers if they had no ship of their own. They had been warned of the possibility of extermination since Kal Skirata had brought the first bunch of deserters from the Grand Army of the Republic back to Mandalore.
One day, when the danger was past, they would regroup and return home. The danger was immediate and serious, otherwise Kad'ika would not call for them to leave the home he had been calling all Mandalorians back to.
The last of the ships that would leave were out of the system before the Fifth fleet had arrived to attack.
Less than two days after the people who had answered the call had left, they began to get the news. Out of those that had stayed behind, all who had descended from the clones who had settled on Mandalore sixty years before had died of a nanovirus intended for Fett. Some spouses had been spared, but didn't dare return to their families in case they carried the nanovirus on their clothes or bodies. Should those who had left return, the death that had been created for Boba Fett would be their own.
Their first order of business would be to find somewhere to stay temporarily. Their second would be to find a way to neutralize the nanovirus that saturated Mandalore's atmosphere. Nothing would keep them from their home forever, if they couldn't return, maybe their children would, or their children's children, one day they would be back.
