Dooku's ship exits hyperspace, making haste for the planets surface.
"We will be landing momentarily, sir."
"Good." He states, impatiently waiting for arrival. "You are to wait with the ship until I return. I won't be long."
Obi-Wan slowly calms himself, he needed to get off Mandalore, then he could wallow in his self pity. He picks himself up, and starts heading towards the docks, he needed to steal a ship. Hopefully there was one with a hyperdrive.
As he turns down another ally, he ignites his lightsaber, deflecting blaster the bolts with ease. He was spotted. Two Mandalorians slowly walked forwards, firing upon the Jedi.
All the excitement that had occured that day was taking its toll, and Obi-Wan was starting to feel his muscles ache. A fog clouding his mind. He was tired, and couldn't fight for long.
The two Mandalorians, as if sensing this, grinned behind their helmets. This Jedi would be easy prey, he looked tired. Besides, when was the last time any Mandalorian got to kill a Jedi? They'd be praised, honored. They would be the warriors of their time.
Obi-Wan groaned, knowing he was sorely outnumbered, perhaps even outmatched. He would need to end this quickly.
Yoda frowns, meditating aboard Padme's ship. The force around Mandalore was growing darker. Hate and anger flowed through the planet, surrounding it.
Yoda opens his eyes as the ship exits hyperspace, looking to Padme.
"Wait with the ship, you all must. Too dangerous, it is." He states soundly, his voice leaving no room to argue.
"I agree with Master Yoda, we should all wait with the ship." Captain Gregar Typho agrees, nodding towards Yoda.
"No, I will be going with-" Padme starts, but is quickly cut off.
"Need to defend the ship, surely attacked it will be. Yes." Yoda says, "An escape I will need, very important, that is." He finishes. Padme hesitates, but nods, reluctantly agreeing to his reasoning.
The speeders zip through the streets, those loyal to the Duchess firing at any who dare attempt to attack her. Some giving their lives to save hers. She was Mandalore's hope to remain neutral in this war.
"To your left!" One of the men shouts, warning his fellow soldier. She quickly drops back, temporarily shutting off her jetpack, the laser bolt missing her by inches.
She reignites it, flying towards the roof. As she lands, she crouches, firing at the three assaultants. They quickly duck behind cover, occasionally returning fire.
The speeders don't wait, they couldn't afford to. They needed to get the Duchess to the landing docks now.
Laser fire erupts from a building ahead, quickly falling two of the soldiers before they could return fire. The entourage turns, speeding down a different ally, not staying within the firing arc of their enemies.
More fire erupts from behind them, two Death Watch elites chase after them, their jetpacks propelling them forwards. Two of the rear guard signal each other, dropping back, falling behind the two enemies.
They open fire, attempting to hit them from behind, but the elites have far more training, and quickly fall onto them, engaging them. One knocks the blaster out of the man's hand, throwing his helmet to the side, finishing him with a shot to the head.
The other elite quickly dispatches the second one, letting the body fall to the ground, and they resume their chase moments later.
The group rounds a corner, the docks now in sight. They cheer, their morale boosting. They were going to make it, the Duchess was going to live.
Obi-Wan roars, charging the two, deflecting their blaster bolts. They start falling back, surprised at such tactics the tired Jedi was using.
They nod to each other, each taking one side of the ally. The one to the right charges, igniting his vibroblade.
The two blades clash, the Mandalorian pushing against the tired Obi-Wan, forcing him to take a step backwards.
"You will die Jedi!" He growls, slashing at the Jedi Master. Obi-Wan doesn't answer, his face contorts into a grimace, the blade opening a cut on his side. He takes multiple steps backwards, thrusting his saber forwards as his opponent charges.
The tip penetrating past the armor, ending him. He gasps, looking down at the blade, before falling to the ground, dead.
"Wad! No!" The other one shouts, firing a wild barrage at Obi-Wan, who easily deflects, or dodges, the bolts.
He runs at the Jedi, closing the distance, Obi-Wan slices the blaster in two, but his opponent expertly disarming him. They both enter into fighting stances, crouching down, keeping their centers of mass low.
The Mandalorian jumps forwards, tackling the Jedi. They grapple, their positions changing as they roll. He takes a punch from to the face, blood splattering to the ground. He throws his weight to the side, throwing the man off. He hits the side of a building, falling to the ground. Obi-Wan stands, his lightsaber flying to his hand, pulled by the force.
It was time to end this, Obi-Wan thought. He needed to escape off Mandalore. The sooner the better.
He ignites the blade, the ally brightens, with a tinge of blue.
"We're here! I'll get the Duchess to th-" Bo-Katan shouts, getting cut off as their ship explodes. Flames erupt, from the wreckage, as they all leep for cover. A few turn around, taking pot shots at the two elites, and the four others who were chasing them.
Satine's dragged to cover, her sister standing beside her, firing at the the six Death Watch warriors. There forces were thinning, there were only eight of them left.
Satine, gets her sisters attention, a Punworcca Interstellar Sloop was coming in for a landing. Her sisters nods, sensing her thoughts. They could steal it from whoever was aboard, and finally, escape the planet, plead their case to the Senate.
Obi-Wan walks out of the ally, seeing two speeders to his left, he smiles slightly, Perhaps this day was completely bad afterall.
As he speeds off, he looks back, seeing the two corpses lying on the street. He hoped the Duchess would be able to repair Mandalore once again. For the galaxies sake.
As he comes closer, and closer, to the docks he avoids confrontations with any other members of Death Watch, knowing he was probably too tired to make it out alive.
As he nears the docks, he notices a ship coming in for a landing, though it quickly exits his field of view.
He speeds up, hoping to get to it first, before anyone else stole, or destroyed it. Of course, it wouldn't matter if it didn't have a hyperdrive.
The Punworcca lands, its ramp extending. As the Bo-Katan and the Duchess dash towards the ship, a hooded figure exits. His cloak obscuring his face. A red blade slowly extends from his hand, the curved silver hilt reflecting the light from the flames.
The two woman slow, stopping before him, Bo-Katan pushing her sister behind her, raising her blaster. The figure pulls it forwards, slicing it in two.
"Duchess." He greats, walking towards her.
a/n: Sorry for the extended delay, I was very busy this week, and had a bit of writers block as well. The chapter seems a bit "off" to me, but perhaps it's all the action scenes, I'm not the best at writing those... Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, and as always feel free to leave me your feedback and constructive criticism in the comments.