The Devoution of the Mando'a
Prologue
Hidden in the trenches, his heads up display relaying information, and his comms overloaded, he was running through the trenches, in the familiar armour of the Mandalorian. His speed in armour was unmatched by the other medics, for a thirteen year old boy, he ran pretty fast, His name was Zuka Prudii, He was running to a fallen Mandalorian warrior, Also Thirteen, Her name Was Cier'da Ne'tra, It was mandalorian custom for teenagers be sent into battle, regardless of gender. This battle was a bad choice, The Battle of Gallidran, nearly destroyed the Super-Commandoes. Save few.
Zuka Approached Cier'da, as she was above the trench on open ground, he assumed the worst, he activated his verpine shield generator, Assuming the amount of fire coming from the enemies, it would give him the time span of 60 seconds to get to her and pull her down into the trench, Unless they have ion blasters which would make him rely on his armour, Irregardless, He threw a flashbang and yelled FLASH! On the comm channel, It would warn the fellow mandoes to either activate HUD polarization or duck under the trench, He jumped over the trench and grapped Cier'da, and pulled her down.
He had her on the ground with him at her side, He pulled off her helm, releasing her Long hair, in a bun, and showing her beautiful face.
He removed his helmet to allow easy treatment of her.
She wasn't unconscious, but she was wounded, Her reaction was to grab him and kiss him right there, leaving Zuka in a Daze, making Zuka's friend Ka'rta yell "Zuka, Stop the mackin' with Cier'da. You got a Kriffin job to do"
His focus was regained, he pulled Cier'da away, and Got to work, pulling his bacta spray while scanning Cier'da for her blaster wound, which was on his arm, his speed to adjust the bacta spray was unmatched, and he then he sprayed it over the wound, Wrapped it in bandage, Soaked the bandage with Bacta spray, and then wrapped it in a dry bandage.
Je'karta Prudii stood over him, and said "Good work son, I expect the best out of you, now come with me we got an entire platoon wounded, all our medics are out somewhere else, I need you now son"
Zuka grabbed his helmet and ran as he was placing the helmet on without saying goodbye to Cier'da, his devoution to heal made him the second best medic known to the supercommandoes, the best being his father, After healing the platoon, the Jedi Interceded.
There was mayhem, Mandalorian after Mandalorian fell, Je'Karta was reacting too a dying mandalorian, Lightsabre wounds were hard almost impossible to heal, Zuka had his head over the trench next to a few battling Super commandoes, One tossed him his signature weapon, A mandalorian ripper, He pulled a ripper ammo belt off a dead mandalorian officer and strapped it under his blaster rifle ammo belt, which was rendered useless.
Zuka peered his head back over the trench to see a horroring sight, A Jedi Swooped by and sliced je'karta, Clean in half, Zuka experienced blind rage, got up off the trench, fired a round off into the jedi's skull, the slugthrower rendered his lightsabre useless, Sent his brain matter flying everywhere, He slid on his knees to listen to je'karta's dying words, which were
"Son, Your, My only son... make me. Proud.. Your the best medic now, Avenge me..." he died after that, Inside of zuka, something broke, Something went completely wrong, It wasn't sensibility coarsing through his viens, it was boiling hot, psychopathic rage, And he took to it like wild fire, He was firing relentlessly at the jedi knights, killing 15 before he finally retreated
at his father's wishes to survive, He gathered a group together and retreated off planet, never to see Cier'da again... Or so we thought