The Gods of Mandalore
Chapter 1
"Your order has been done." Darth Vader knelt before his master, "As we speak Concord Dawn is being subjugated by your strength."
"Good." The Emperor scoffed, "Let that be a lesson to all those who dare bite the hand that feeds them..." his throne turned to face the Dark Lord, "The Empire will never concede to these... brutes."
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The desert was hot, it bit with full force whichever person dared venture out of it.
Of course, this was Tatooine, the renowned tourist destination for dehydration and heat strokes.
As well as Bounty Hunters, thousands of them.
"Look, lady. Get out of my face, you don't have the cash, you don't have my time." a man spoke to a Twi'lek as she pleaded with him.
"Please. I need avenge." the Twi'lek spoke with a very broken tongue, so much so that nearly each word seemed to want to incorporate the Twi'lek language into itself.
"As I said, you don't have the money, you don't have my-" the man stopped when the doors opened, all of the denizens of the cantina scene immediately turned to the newcomer.
A man.
Clad in Green Armor.
Silent murmurs spread throughout the cantina like a sandstorm.
Who could this guy be?
What's his deal?
Ain't it a bit too hot for armor like that?
Nevertheless, the man continued his way straight to the counter, where the bartender stood quietly as the man faced him.
"What'll it be, newcomer?" the bartender grunted, "You lookin for something."
"I need you to change the channel on that monitor." the man spoke, pointing to a television-like device behind the Mon Calamarian, "Stat."
"Well well, back off a bit there." the bartender grunted, "Who do you think you ar-" he had a blaster pointed at his chest.
"I don't play around..."
"Uh..." the bartender spoke and stepped back, "What... what transmission?" he looked at the screen, which displayed a pod race.
"Imperial Standard..." the man grunted as the bartender frantically switched to the 4th Transmission, which displayed a woman in an Imperial suit looking at the camera.
"The Mandalorian Insurrection, which had claims thousands of Imperial lives, including unarmed civilians, was stopped just two days ago by the strong hand of our Emperor. After a week of conflict with the Mandalorian Government, the Empire and its innocent citizens have suffered at the hands of these barbarians." the woman spoke as video played behind her, "Due to the courageous and benevolent actions of our Premier, the Mandalorian Menace will no longer pose a threat to the galaxy, ensuring peace for everyone." she nodded, "The Emperor himself will address the situation late-" the transmission exploded when three blaster bolts destroyed the device that projected it.
The man in the armor slammed the table in front of him and turned away, storming off violently.
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Rage engulfed the man as he stood outside the bar a furious mess, and he had taken many jobs from those destructive brutes.
"You think you are getting away with destroying my tel-" the bartender was booted in the gut by the man.
"Get out of my face..." the man growled and caught sight of a couple of Sandtroopers nearby, "You shouldn't have messed with me!" he aimed his left arm, whose miniscule mechanism launched a miniature missile.
The Stormtroopers turned when they heard a sharp hiss, only to do so too late, as the next sight they saw was a powerful explosion.
The nearby civilian population gasped when the man destroyed the soldiers.
"What!?" another troop of soldiers ran after they heard the explosions, "Hey! That's Boba-" he yelled when he was blasted by the man's rifle.
"'I will pay you back with interest." The man growled as he blasted the other troops before he took off on his jetpack, catching sight of more troops a few blocks away. The man then pulled out a small rocket from a belt pocket and locked it into place on the left arm mechanism.
"All of you will pay." he aimed his arm and launched the rocket.
The payload erupted in a napalm fireball, driving back the Stormtroopers and severely disorienting them in the process.
"I will pay you all back." the man growled as he descended, then felt a sharp pain in his back.
The green trail of a laser traced itself from the man's jetpack all the way back to a Scout Trooper, who was holding a Pulse Cannon.
The jetpack burst and the man plummeted below.
"Dumb luck." the man grunted apathetically and then struck the ground, "GHNGH! Ha..." he gasped and rolled over to avoid the scout trooper that shot him down, "Got me on an off day... Won't happen again." he gained his rifle and blasted the trooper.
The rest of the troopers overcame the napalm shield and aimed their weapons at the man, only to be beaten to the punch and have another rocket spiral their way.
"B-B-..." the man heard a struggling voice behind him, the scout trooper that had dared strike him, "Boba... Fett... you will not last... long now..." he reached for his scout pistol.
"No." the man grabbed his rifle and shot the struggling soldier, "I will not fall to you...
No longer."
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"The Mandalorians are no more, master." Darth Vader spoke as he looked at the Emperor on his throne, "They are now spread throughout the galaxy... a people that are now lost for all eternity." he rose up.
The Emperor stood and faced his apprentice, "Good... Good."
Apologies for the Short chapters, these are just introductory. This is my first Star Wars fic so I apologize for any mistakes I make.
Hope you enjoy and stay tuned for more!