Neb: The Bounty Hunters gather a crew, aimed towards capturing the jedi Clidon Tidebreaker. Can they overcome a jedi with the force they pulled together. Or will his force win out. I do not own Star Wars Rebels.
Clidon woke up in the medical room of his ship. He grunted as he looked at his now replaced limns, that were robotic. Clidon sighed as he sat up and looked at his Lightsaber that was placed on a nightstand next to his bed. He grabbed it and released the blue blade, starring at it hard as the past came flashing back at him. He turned off his lightsaber and then stood up. His master was a traitor, his troopers were traitors, the whole galaxy he was working towards helping turned against him. All he had now was his apprentices, his ship, and his other crew members.
"R-7 can you notify the crew to meet me at the medical bay." He heard beeping as a droid moved out of the room. "Thank you R-7." He then stood up to get a feel for his new body parts. He'd have to adjust his stances do to the weight of his enhancements, but he believed he could still fight well. Dallace and Treega entered the room, followed by the Zabrak, Lopai and the Mandalorian, Greston.
"Master, your ok," Dallace grinned.
"More or less, where did my other sword go?"
"We lost it," Treega grunted. "The bounty hunters have it."
"Then I need to increase our progress with training," Clindon stated and the apprentices looked at him in shock. "These bounty hunters wouldn't have got the drop on us if it wasn't for one thing."
"The force," Greston stated.
"Indeed, I believe the bounty hunters were both force sensitive," Clidon explained.
"Sensitivity does nothing to someone with training," Dallace grunted. "The group can take them no problem."
"The enemy will always come back if they tasted blood, especially in bigger numbers." Clidon lead the group to a wide space hallway. "This will be the training ground until we land, then it is back to blaster training from then on."
"Lightsabers are all we need, why do we keep these," Dallace pointed out.
"Can't go running around with a lightsaber stupid," Treega growled at Dallace. "That's how attention gets drawn."
"Also, I'm training you guys the way I started out," Clidon muttered.
"Clidon was Mandalorian before he was Jedi," Greston explained. "His family consisted of royal guards of the Dutchess Satine. The apprentices looked at their master with amazement."
"Death Watch then came," Clidon grunted. "Then a monster killed our leader."
"How did you get to the Jedi order then," Treega asked.
"With no leader, our planet fell into chaos," Greston continued. "I called in a favor from the republic to save the Mandalorians who wanted nothing to do with the whole combat of clans thing."
"They sent two Jedi to save our people," Clidon continued. "I was among some of the street rats they picked up. They managed to get me and my family armor."
"I was already off Mandelor at the time," Greston added in. "I didn't have family armor, just mine."
"So you a big Jedi fan," Dallace asked. Greston looked away and then sighed.
"Lets say I'm a big Clidon fan for now," Greston decided. "I like his style."
"Tidebreaker isn't a Mandalorian name," Treega pointed out. Clidon looked to her and smile.
"Clever," he smiled. "Knowledge is the true power of the Jedi, not the force. We allow the force to use us, not the other way around."
"More riddles," Dallace coughed. "What's your real name?"
"Clyde Ado," he explained. "I took my father's name who was a Jedi before he quit."
"Why did he quit," Treega asked.
The Jedi bored him," Clidon explained. "He wanted to be an adventurer, then he met my mother who was a bounty hunter at the time."
"So you have her armor," Treega and Dallace both questioned at the same time.
"No, I have my great grandfather's armor," Clidon explained. "When the two Jedi came to pick me up, they rescued to historical artifacts from where I use to live. So I could bring home with me... cause I couldn't bring my family."
"I'm sorry to hear that master," Dallace spoke up.
"I've made peace with that a long time ago. Now, we begin training once again, light sabers ready."
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"Why didn't you tell them," Lopai asked. Greston was sitting at the bar of their ship as the Zabrak Pilot approached him.
"What would be the point," Greston growled. "Moping won't bring her back." Sitting on the other side of the bar was four Mandalorian suits. The one he was starring at was feminine looking white armor that had a brown cloak and a light saber hilt strapped to the belt of the armor. "I made her that armor to protect her, not to lose her."
"I'm sorry, what happened wasn't your fault," she grunted.
"No, it wasn't... it was the empires fault, and I will help Clidon form his new order so we can crush the empire together, and avenge our clan Ago and clan Lore."
