The Rogue Jedi
Chapter 1: The Resurrector
His eyes fluttered open as he gained awareness of his surroundings. Jeff Lewis Anderson, a Jedi Knight, was imprisoned in a cell within a Mandalorian prison. He had been sent here to investigate the power struggle within the Mandalorian government, after the murder of Duchess Satine. He had just entered the planet's atmosphere and was shot down by unknown enemy aircraft. "Those couldn't be separatist droid fighters," he thought to himself, "those pilots were too skilled to be mere droids".
Jeff's senses had finally fully returned to him. He was suspended in the air by one of those force-sensitive prison thingys that he couldn't remember the name of. He had a little window with a view of the main plaza. There, he could see a large crowd had gathered to hear a person speak. Due to the volume of the sound amplifiers he could vaguely make out what the man was saying.
"Today, Mandalore has joined the Confederacy of Independent Systems. We have been held back by the foolishness of the Duchess with her weakness. Her unwillingness to fight has brought nothing but ruin to Mandalore, and has stained our honor as proud fighters. Today, that changes. We will once again be known as warriors who fight proudly against the Jedi and the corrupt Republic. And most of all let us not forget the infamous Battle of Galidraan, where they slaughtered so many of us and nearly annihilated us. We will make them pay for that day, by exterminating every Jedi across the Galaxy and showing them the same "mercy" they showed us on that day. I, Mandalore the Resurrector, will fight to my last breath to exterminate every single Jedi." The crowd roared with applause.
"Great," Jeff retorted, "Now we have to fight this lunatic? I have to tell the council about this, but how do I get out?" Jeff began to meditate and plan his escape. A little later, a group of guards followed by a man in decorated Mandalorian armor walked into the room. The main took off his helmet to reveal his face. He had darker skin, with black hair and brown eyes with a red rash across the left side of his face. "Greetings, Master Jedi. I am Mandalore the Resurrector," the ruler introduced, "and you are?"
"Jeff Anderson, Jedi Knight and General of the 59th Legion in the Grand Army of the Republic," Jeff replied. "Ah, to what do I owe the pleasure," the ruler rhetorically asked, "Let's get straight to the point, you will tell everything you know and be publically executed immediately after. Let me be very clear with you, Jedi, if you should resist me I will make your death slow and painful. You will have known no greater pain. I will make each and every cell in your body burn, scream, begging for mercy that will not come. After your last hopes of endurance and escape are crushed, I will end your life. Do I make myself clear?" The man said in such intimidating fashion. "Crystal," Jeff said, matching the ruler's intimidation.
"Now, will you tell me what you know," Mandalore asked. All he received was an intimidating look from Jeff, a look of pure determination. "I'll take that as a 'no'". He motioned to a guard standing at the controls to Jeff's prison device. Jeff knew immediately what was coming and braced for the singing pain. The guard turned up the nob and the torture began. After what seemed to be forever, Mandalore gave up for the day. "Your endurance is commendable; Jedi," he said, "but it will not save you. We will continue this until you break, or die. Either one is fine with me." Mandalore and his guards left the room, and a very angry Jedi just inching for a way out.