For those who are unaware of it this is a sequel work. It picks up from where i left off in my previous story The Mando and the Soldier. If you have not read that one i would highly suggest going back and finding it so things in this one make more sense. Also to my other readers i realize that i sometimes have continuity errors. These are more prevalent in the first chapters of Soldier than they are in any chapters of Grey Order but the reason for it is i wrote the prolouge a few months before i posted anything for this series and i do not do rough drafts or beta readings. What you read is what i come up with whenever i sit down to write. No changes from when it hits the page to when it goes up here. With that in mind i try to make sure everything makes sense and that explain myself but sometimes i forget things. So like i said sorry for continuity errors, go read the original story, Review Favorite and whatever else you want to do to let me know you enjoy the work.
The noxious fumes of Raxus Prime could keep even a Mynock from chewing on the deserted power cables. For Ky'ram and Ben though it had begun to seem more like a nuisance and less of a debilitating tragedy. For the last few days now they had been traveling the surface of the planet in search for both a hyperdrive and a set of prothestic limbs to replace the legs Ky'ram had lost. Ben had been carrying him piggyback, the sheer weight of the Mandalorian forcing them to stop every fifteen minutes. The younger Force user had to admit that it was slowly increasing his strength and the training Ky'ram was pushing him through was helping him control his power.
"So please explain this whole Potentium thing to me again?" Ben asked the man as he laid him down to take another break.
"The idea is fairly simple." Ky'ram began, while sticking a hand out to ask for a drink of water from the shared canteen. "There is no light side or dark side of the Force. Only light and dark within oneself. What everyone views as the dark side is a perversion of the Force, twisted by those who use it. The light side, as we know it now, is the Force as a whole. Basically it all comes down to intent."
"So nothing is evil so long as your intent is to do good?" Ben questioned as he handed over the canteen.
Ky'ram took a drink and then answered with, "Correct."
"That sounds like a Sith trying to explain that what they are doing is perfectly fine." Ben commented.
"Perhaps but in reality name one Sith that wasn't after power. One Sith who believed every single step was correct and was for the greater good. One Sith who harmed an innocent life with the true intent bring peace and not to just rule over others." Ky'ram began to lecture before Ben put a hand up to silence him.
"I understand." Ben remarked. "Ultimately every Sith covets power and wishes to see those beneath them punished."
Ky'ram nodded his head before checking the position of the systems star. Knowing what the gesture meant Ben got up and picked the man up as well to begin moving towards the next junk heap…
"Master Skirata!" Ben's voice yelled out over the trash heap.
"I told you to call me Ky'ram!" the Mandalorian yelled back. "What do you want?"
"I think I found a good set of legs for you." The Force user said as he carried the pair over to the man.
He held a set of legs that looked the color of rust but showed no deterioration. The reached all the way up to the hip, causing Ky'ram to smirk.
"Well those are nice but my legs go to the knees." Ky'ram told the boy.
"So we cut these off at the knees then." Ben informed him.
"Not that simple. See how its knees are these round dual jointed types?" Ky'ram asked which Ben nodded accordingly. "They won't connect properly."
"So what do you propose? So far you've shot down every pair of legs I brought you." Ben said exasperated.
"Well first off I refuse to use the legs of a Protocol droid." Ky'ram said in a huff. "I'm a proud warrior not some tea sipping senator."
Ben stifled a laugh at the man who could barely move himself but claimed to be a warrior.
"Secondly what model of droid did these legs come from?" Ky'ram asked the man.
"Well its head and central processor were missing but I believe I saw the designation HK-47 on it. So I don't know." Ben answered.
"Boy did you hit the jackpot." Ky'ram whistled as ben stared at him oddly. "HK droids are Hunter Killer Droids. According to the old Mandalorian stories Forty Seven here was the best of them to have ever lived. Tell you what it will hurt like hell but take your saber and remove my legs a little bit higher, let's say three inches above the knee. After that get to work on getting those attached to me."
Ben nodded and ignited his blade…
A few hours had passed as the two continued onward. Ky'ram was a little shaky on his new legs but was using the Force to correct himself as need be. Ben continued to scout ahead of them, since he was fully focused and still had his lightsaber. Before they had left the ship for the time being Ky'ram had grabbed a blaster rifle out of the armory, though being carried on Ben's back he knew he wouldn't be the greatest help in a fire fight.
The two of them crested a new hill of trash just in time to see an X-wing fighter cross the horizon, headed towards where Ky'ram's ship had been left. They turned to one another and without another word took off following it.
"Do you think the Resistance finally decided to send a rescue team?" Ben asked the older man.
"Either that or a Scrap and Salvage operation. No matter which one it is we need to hurry and catch him before he leaves!" Ky'ram yelled as he reached into the Force to enhance his speed, Ben following suit.
The two of them crossed the distance that had before taken them hours in a few minutes. They both knew they would be tired when they reached the ship a few hours later…
As they arrived at the ship they found a Cathar in the standar SpecForce uniform standing outside the landing ramp wiring a set of thermal detonators. Reacting quickly Ky'ram reached out and called the detonators to his hand. The Cathar turned, his weapon raised, and sighed a breath of relief when he recognized the two.
"Admiral Skirata," He began while lowering his weapon. "It is a pleasure to see you alive and well."
"Thank you Commander Kite." Ky'ram responded while handing the man his explosives back. "So I am assuming Skye told the Resistance that she was captured and I was killed along with Ben?"
"That's the jist of the message." Kite answered. "And on that train of thought why is he walking around freely?"
"Easy there Commander." Ky'ram spoke softly. "Ben is with us now. He even helped me pick out a new set of legs."
The Cathar glanced to the ex-dark side user and then to the Mandalorians prosthetic limbs.
"They look a bit flashy considering your normal colors." The Cathar teased.
"No paint on this trash heap." Ky'ram responded. "Once we get back to base I will paint them a nice matte black to match my Beskar."
The Cathar let out a light laugh before speaking again saying, "That's going to be tough. Your Hyperdrive is completely destroyed."
"I know." Ky'ram almost whispered. "We were looking for a new one when we spotted your ship."
"Then I guess I should help you guys find one so we can get you off this glorified trash heap someone had the nerve to call a planet." Kite said with a chuckle.
Ky'ram let out a small laugh at that, clapped the Cathar on the back and then lead the small group towards a pile they could begin digging through…