Mandalore the Securer
First new story for Star Wars in a while. I've been debating about whether to actually start writing this for a while but decided it sounded like a good idea.
Overview: After promising to rebuild and look after her former homeworld of Mandalore, Revan has a vision of the future where the planet is brought to ruin. As a result the former Sith places herself in carbonite so that she may defend that which she once destroyed. Sought of Time Travel story.
Prologue
Walking through the ruined halls with their artificial lights brings a whole new perspective on things for her. She knew that her home would eventually need her or, perhaps, even the galaxy once again, but what she didn't know was the price that would have to be paid to achieve her aim of rebuilding Mandalore.
Some would probably question her motives, or even wonder why she cared so much about something, beforehand; she had worked so hard to destroy. Her answer was simple: she was a Mandalorian. No matter how much of her was Sith or Jedi her blood still flowed with that of a Mandalorian's. It was why she was a warrior, a fighter, and why she no longer held the title of Jedi.
Mandalore was still a broken shell of its former self after the people had practically abandoned it just after her birth. She remembered little of how it once was; just a few flashes of whom she assumed were her mother and father, in a small village that had once been her home. She didn't remember when they'd died or even how but she had found out about them and what she had been grown up to become.
Helping her was the aging Canderous Ordo, now Mandalore, although most saw it as her helping him. He had gathered a great many followers, nothing compared to when they had conquered worlds but considering he was just one man he had done a good job of uniting the clans. Revan's former general had also helped out in recruiting a few Mandalorians and directing them home once again but that had stopped once she returned to rebuild the Jedi. The Exile had told Revan of her hope to not make the same mistakes the Jedi of old had made but both knew how hard that would be.
Continuing through the hall she entered the large tomb at the end, her tomb, where she would be staying for the next few millennia. The tomb itself was located about a hundred miles from what had once been the main city of Sundari but it was hidden away from prying eyes. It had only one entrance that could only be opened and sealed by that of Mandalore, or any future Mandalore. It would be here where she would be frozen in carbonite so that she could help the future Mandalore and protect it from the dark forces in her vision.
Her vision had been quite disturbing. She could see a Mandalore, no longer in ruins or decay, with great cities spread across its barren surface. Then it would show her the cities, burning to the ground being attacked by great star ships. However, what confused her were the same recurring people in her visions. She could never see their faces but could 'feel' them. One was a woman, human; who she guessed was of Mandalorian decent while another was a man with cold eyes and a strong voice.
Revan guessed she'd know what it all meant soon. Canderous was standing across from her, his helmet off showing his grizzled appearance. He was now coming up for sixty and the lines on his face showed it. His body however was still fit and strong as he loved to show the Mandalorian recruits from time to time during sparring sessions. Revan herself still considered herself to be quite young, in years anyway, but after all she had seen sometimes she felt as if she'd been living for centuries already.
"The equipment seems to be fine but we won't know if it's working until you get in there" Canderous began, bringing Revan out of her thoughts. "If we do this, and it doesn't work, there will be no way..."
"I know, I know" Revan cut in. She didn't need to be told twice that if this went wrong she was as good as dead. "But I need to this, no matter the risk".
Canderous took a step forward and held out his hand. "It's been an honour Revan".
Revan took the hand but then pulled the gigantic figure into a hug. Revan wasn't small but Canderous managed to dwarf her. She succeeded in stopping herself from crying, which she sure wouldn't have liked to be Canderous' last sight of her. She pulled away slightly.
"I'll miss you, Ordo"
"I know you will" he answered with a smirk. "Now get your sorry ass in that chamber".
She smiled slightly before turning and making her way up to her new home. She placed her lightsabers and other belongings into a crate that would be sealed tight like she would be. She made her way into the chamber, taking one last look at Canderous and her surroundings before lying down and waiting for the big freeze.
Canderous began the cycle and then watched the mechanics clinking and soon after the sound of the carbonite being pumped into the chamber. He waited five minutes before checking her vital signs. He smiled slightly when it said she was completely fine: now all there was left to do was to wait.
He placed a hand on top of the chamber, thinking of how much the person inside had changed him, helped him. "Good bye Mesh'la, and thank you".
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Just a short prologue to the big story. Tell me what you think of the idea.
Oh Mesh'la means beautiful in Mandalorian. Just thought it was fitting considering what Carth always calls Revan.
